Last night we went to our local snow cone eatery and indulged in our first icy treat of the summer. What memories this brings back from my childhood. There were many summer evenings growing up that you could find our family at "Sno Wiz". Sometimes it was just me and my mom. She ALWAYS got watermelon. Sno Wiz was a little red wooden shack. You would think a light breeze could have blown it down, but I clearly remember after Hurricane Alicia in 1983 that it was still standing! Many other things were blown down and torn apart, but not our favorite Sno Wiz!!! It is gone now, but I am so glad we have this little place nearby that gives Sno Wiz a run for its money. As I enjoyed my tangerine mountain of syrupy ice, I remember how much I love a good snow cone - not a wimpy dry one. Yum. Yum.