On This Father’s Day: Memories of Dairy Queen with my father

“I can help you with that,” my Dad offered. I was sitting on a bench, eating a Dairy Queen cone. I had just taken a small lick, the vanilla swirl still nearly perfectly perched on the cone. Dad was sitting next to me. It was hot outside, but not as hot as it had been … Continue reading On This Father’s Day: Memories of Dairy Queen with my father