The kids in my neighborhood went to Farrell's Ice Cream Parlour on their birthdays. We'd share endless banana splits and sundaes that came in giant metal bowls. Farrell's was one of those places that tried to recreate Main Street America with ragtime and waiters in ties and vests.
I can't believe I still have Farrell's cone party hats from my sixth birthday party. Here I am with friends. I'm clutching a battery powered puppy that sat and did backflips.
In 1982 a small plane nearly destroyed the fun.
Soon after, Farrell's closed down.