When I was a child my father and I would consistently stop by this gas station and get a freezing ice cream on the way property from church.
Mom never went to church with us however that is another story.
To be honest, I guess the only reason I went to church with my dad was for that ice cream afterwards. It was consistently boiling and uncomfortable in the church. Always. The church was small and crowded and it had 1 window air conditioner unit. In the Summer it was boiling and uncomfortable; Dad never wanted to rest near the cooling system because you couldn’t hear well if you sat next to the cooling system. I didn’t see that as much of a problem however evidently my father did. My buddy and I consistently sat in the first or second row, then you could hear just nice there, then however, you didn’t get any cool air in those pews. In the winter season months the church was also boiling because the church’s boiler worked beautifully. In fact, it worked too well. I don’t know if it didn’t have a control device or what however it was consistently well over 69 degrees in the church. The boiler would be blasting away while my pal and I sweated and suffered. At least I had a nice cool ice cream to look forward to. winter season or summer, I knew I would get my ice cream for the drive home. That made it all worthwhile! Last month I went back home. Dad asked if I wanted to go to church with him. I didn’t although I went anyway. That seasoned church now has central air conditioner! I didn’t mind it so much. Still, I bought us ice cream on the way home. After all, you can’t split traditions.