If you don’t live in Seward, you don’t know the saga of anticipation, temporary agony, wistful sorrow of an era on its way to bygone days, the open-armed embracing of modern times ……. barf. I can’t do that anymore.
We got a new Dairy Queen a while back. The old one has been put behind a chain-link fence, awaiting demolition. On the way back from Wal-Mart this morning, it was teeming with firefighters, like ants on a toppled jam jar.
We thought they were going to do a controlled burn, but we’re under a high winds/‘red flag’ warning, so they just practiced chopping through the roof. (It was a training exercise.)
Oh, we also went to the new Dairy Queen later in the day. Clean, bright, modern, and completely soulless.
Deborah says
I agree, soulless.
Brad says
I haven’t been inside the new Dairy Queen yet. Now I’m even more curious to see it.