tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-411374383982984063.post7178142888730945878..comments2024-03-28T14:04:21.377-04:00Comments on Broken Chains: Contrabulous FabtraptionZap Actionsdowerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07435622162129525099noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-411374383982984063.post-9298198002647809622023-09-02T16:28:42.688-04:002023-09-02T16:28:42.688-04:00There is a Zesto in Jefferson CityThere is a Zesto in Jefferson CityAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-411374383982984063.post-13914301283499672022-07-03T13:25:16.674-04:002022-07-03T13:25:16.674-04:00My great grandfather Louis AM Phelan was by all ac...My great grandfather Louis AM Phelan was by all accounts a genius, but not a very nice one. The wacky professor came in later generations. He was also credited with the invention of the Mercury switch (modern household thermostat) as well as his Taylor soft serve icecream and Broasted Chicken method. He died of old age I am afraid, roughly same age as his son Woodrow. — MCS Phelan PeaseAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-411374383982984063.post-57388527613454325362019-04-16T17:54:51.022-04:002019-04-16T17:54:51.022-04:00One of my College summer jobs involved a stint at ...One of my College summer jobs involved a stint at a soft serve ice cream stand/ice house in a certain steel mill river town in eastern Ohio. In addition to excellent custormer service, I was expected to deposit and balance the cash from the day's sales AND utilize all my notable mechanical skills to break down, sanitize and reassemble TWO soft serve machines. ( I think Taylor). I hope I was not the cause of (ahem) distress for any of my customers. I learned not to hand the customer their order out tmy little glass prison window, before I received payment. (The first day a couple of guys smirkily sauntered off with their orders when I made that mistake, and felt obligated to repay the till with my own day's wages to make up for my stupidity.) Also I have PTSD from having to delve into the bowels of the dark, clammy ice house for orders or more ice for the soft drinks. But that is another story for another day. Other happier soft serve river town memories are going to an original DQ along the Ohio River with my grandpa for garishly colored dipped ice cream cones or "Dilly Bars." Then there was the cartoony festooned Mister Softee ice cream truck that made chiming summer rounds on the hot, treeless, brick paved streets of Bellaire, Ohio when I was but a kindergartner. I must stop here for now. My head is swirling.....walbehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14048958498432773461noreply@blogger.com