I gave up ice cream...

...in 1992.

Actually, what I gave up was eating a bowl of ice cream, or a Dove dark chocolate-covered ice cream bar, every single night. Then it occurred to me that this might have contributed to my gaining 10 pounds in one year at age 37. So I thought, I'll lay off it for a while.

32 years later, I continue to have no particular yen for ice cream. I'll have some maybe 2, 3 times a year. One is annually after the golf outing of the Chicago Chapter of the Appraisal Institute, which is at Silver Lakes club in Orland Park, IL. My route back towards 294 includes a stop at the Plush Horse ice cream parlor, which a pal and I discovered while riding our bikes one summer day in 1967; my annual chocolate chip on a sugar cone is a trip on memory lane.