Happened upon an Orange Julius in Grove City, Pennsylvania today. (Yep, hittin’ the outlet mall 11th hour, again.) So, wow, been a while since I’ve seen one of those, and whisked me back to my ma
ll rat days decades ago mixing their sugar rush slosh with a corndog and some Jolly Ranchers before heading over to the shirt shop to pick the sparkly iron-on I wanted transferred to a Beefy-T.
Hmmm. Maybe it was Farah? Daisy Duke? ELO? Jimmie Walker grinning “Dyn-o-mite!?” Or one of those hotrods with the flames spitting out the pipes and some Busch League aphorism like, “Old Chevy’s never die, they just go faster!?” And of course it had to have three-quarter sleeves … baseball-style, concert cool.
Anyway, a nice blast from the past, that Orange Julius, and glad to see the neon still burning bright. Apparently they’ve stayed the course and managed to hold ground against the likes of Jamba Juice, Robeks and a slew of others that jumped on the smoothie train, craftily concocting protein-powdered quick fixes to fuel some suburban shoppers through the most exercise they’ll get all weekend. Hey, I ain’t knockin’ it, whatever gets you through the night, s’alright, yeah, alright. Wait, no, maybe it was Cheryl Ladd? Better check the attic, must have that stuff mothballed somewhere….
Posted by: Colin Mangham