The Peter Pan Ice Cream Parlor
Across from Roosevelt Junior High
In Wichita circa 66
No Dairy Queen it was Peter Pan
Where the teenagers loved to mix
It was a "Hang out" or "Soda Shop"
The older kids would be "swappin spit"
I might get lucky and "bum a smoke"
But the dry ice was really it!
The man would give me the dry ice
I would "brown bag" it to the "big ditch",
(What the floodway was known by back then)
Then to the water, give it a pitch!
It was only a foot or so deep
I would hop rocks to the other side
Looking back at the smoke filled bubbles
Smiling at my handy work applied!
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