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When I was in high school I worked as a soda jerk in an old fashioned soda fountain. It had a pharmacy in the back, operated by an older man who resembled Colonel Sanders - white hair, white jacket, and always a mildly amused expression. While he served prescriptions in the back, we served ice cream in the front. Ice cream came from the dairy business across the back alley and included all the usual culprits: vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, black walnut, bubblegum, butter pecan, and my favorite, spumoni.