Summer fun with Otis

Wouldn't be summer without a sno-ball!  Otis with Hawaiian shaved ice at Ohana, which means "family" in Polynesian. Bubblegum, vanilla, blueberry, and orange.  Mmm!

Sno-balls are among my favorite memories from living in New Orleans.  My junior year of high school, I walked to the sno-ball stand on Maple Street every day at lunch and went through their extensive menu, top to bottom, one day at a time.  I can tell you, there are no bad sno-balls.  Especially if you order them with a little sweetened condensed milk added. 

Oh yes!  We were allowed to leave campus for lunch "back then."  Sad to learn recently that the more than 100-year-old courthouse where I attended high school is being auctioned off by the city.  I can only hope it will be restored rather than torn down.