We mustn't forget The Squeeze

"The Squeeze" is the term we, the beach people, use for the Flavor Burst soft-serve ice cream that injects lines of oddly colored, oddly flavored syrup into vanilla soft-serve.  The Squeeze is a beach joy on the edge of extinction; only one shop in the immediate area still offers it.

The other day, four of us enjoyed three different types of Squeeze:  black cherry, strawberry, and grape.

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The gray one is grape.  The tablecloth is standard equipment at the putt-putt place that still maintains an operating Squeeze machine.

Today, three of us went for a somewhat different choice of flavors:  blue goo, orange, and the oft-chosen strawberry.

Prior to today's Squeezepedition, we spent some time examining the offerings of various beach thrift shops, an always interesting experience.  At the front of one shop stood this roughly life-size Charlie Chaplin statue, easily the creepiest such thing I've seen in quite a while.

If Chaplin looks okay to you, blow up the photo and check out his mouth.  Mark my words:  This Chaplin statue has tasted human flesh.

In news of the Bobcake, today we mounted a counteroffensive and gained serious ground.  Now, only a solitary pillar remains, albeit a formidable one.

I believe we may yet vanquish the mighty Bobcake!