Baskin Robbins Ride!

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Our last day in town and it's time for a visit from Laura, who currently lives in Maryland.  Fun for the girls.



Carolyn, Jack, Laura, Ashby, Scott, Ann, Karen, Peter, Addie


Later on we picked Dad up after dinner and told him we were going out to BJ's for ice cream. He looked at me and said, "What was it that we used to call this?"  "A Baskin Robbins ride, Dad."  He grinned from ear to ear, "Oh, yes, I've been trying to remember that all day."

When I was younger, I guess young enough to not know what B-R was, my parents and brother, on a Sunday afternoon, suggested that we go for a Baskin Robbins ride.  I pouted, sulked and complained all the way up to the storefront, dreading a boring Sunday afternoon drive.  Years later, we still joke about the event, and Dad takes special delight in having tricked me, so many years ago.  So, although Baskin Robbins itself has lost some of it's allure for me as my tastes have matured and it became more of a chain donut/sugar/coffee stop, I still have a very tender place in my heart for Baskin Robbins, as I've mentioned on this very blog.