I am so tired I can hardly believe I am sitting in front of this tired old laptop. This was a day that felt long enough to be two. Woke at 5 am, was on the road by 6, headed to the Quad Cities, to meet with the fine folks at Lavender Crest Winery about my parent's 50th wedding anniversary party this fall. Driving Interstate 88 is uneventful at best, but it's a long day in the car 7+ hours looking at corn and a few wind turbines.
After the meeting at Lavender Crest, I headed near the airport to scope out the available hotel accommodations for out of town guests. I was getting closer to Moline proper and although, sadly, I did not have time to check out my favorite places nor to see some dear old friends, I did have time to swing by the local shopping center, Southpark Mall. All I had on my mind was obtaining a Whitey's shake. For those of you who aren't familiar with this local delicacy, all I can say is that you will gladly forfeit all further caloric intake for the day to taste the best milkshake known to human kind.
Let's go back in time, shall we, say to the mid 1980's when candy bar shakes were in their infancy. The Tunberg family and owner's of Whiteys concocted the Butterfinger shake long before Dairy Queen had even conceived of the idea. In 1982 I was a soda jerk, working at the 41rst street Whitey's location. It was my first real job and I was psyched to make $2.65 per hour, slinging milkshakes, bostons and banana splits. My dad prayed I'd make mistakes that I'd have to pay for and bring home to him. Our uniforms were basically nurse dresses and shoes with red and white striped pinafores....sexy! I'd hop in the 1972 Pinto wagon and cruise over with my learner's permit to work the long hours all summer.
A Whitey's milkshake is thick, creamy and pure dreaminess, chock full of Butterfingers, Reeses Peanut Butter Cups or whatever your little dairy loving heart desires. It has literally been a couple of years since opportunity has availed me to enjoy a Whitey's and I jumped at the chance.
Tomorrow I may have to run an extra mile or two, but it was SO worth it. I love you Whitey's!
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