Way back in 1967 when I was just the age of 2, my parents introduced me to the sweetest treat 😋. From the back seat of their 1959 thunderbird, I would attempt to eat it without getting it all over my tiny smiling face and clothes, and I’d fail every time. I couldn’t say the words ice cream cone, so I called it Keema Kona . I became obsessed. With my new glasses on,I was an eagle eye. Any time we got within a mile of a Dairy Queen, I’d start chanting Keema Kona over and over until we would finally stop, and I would get my obsession sated . To this day, I can spot a Dairy Queen when no one else can even see it. When my husband and I are out in the car, every outing ends with hubby asking if I’d like to stop for Keema Kona, and, of course, the answer is always YES!