There are few things more refreshing to snack on under the blistering Oklahoma sun than a good snow-cone. Forget Icees, ice cream cones and even a boring glass of ice water—while trodding this sunbaked Hellscape, you just can’t beat sucking down artificially-flavored shaved-ice through a straw, be it sitting in the car, stuck in afternoon traffic, or just walking down the street, trying to get some outdoor time with a couple of dogs in tow. A fresh ‘n fruity snow-cone makes it all good in the hood.
But I’ll be damned if I know where to find them. Back in the day, there used to be trucks that would zig-zag through neighborhoods offering shaved ice—with only a handful of flavors—for 75 cents or a dollar if you wanted a gumball at the bottom. Where have those trucks gone? Where is the neighborhood snow-cone man? Hell, I’m lucky if I even come across the ice cream man once a year, driving those scary “Summer Song” vans.