My sweet summer is gone.

Close your eyes with me a sec. I promise this isnt a prank, and I won’t touch your stuff.Think back to childhood. Your family summer vacation. Smell that? Salt air in your nostrils. That seaside town: boardwalks, carousels, street urchins in knickerbockers playing stick-ball because you have difficulty telling real memories from old movies…And your first love. Those sparkling eyes, the perfectly primed curls. Their name was [Hazel/Chip].You and [Hazel/Chip] did everything together that summer. You skipped rocks along the briny surf, watched the fourth of July fireworks from the old water tower, and you shared a cone at that weird ice cream shop with the pristine white Ray Bradbury-movie interior that’s only open in the summer because seaside town economies are always hanging by a thread.Then on the last day of your vacation, you shared your first kiss before never seeing one another again. Oh [Hazel/Chip], why did your family join that apocalyptic hippy cult?Well the days of summer are waning once again. The dark clouds are forming and a cold wind rising, but you don’t have to let those carefree times go just yet. With the Oster Ice Cream, Frozen Yogurt and Sorbet Maker, so can keep a little bit of the sunshine months with you.Celebrate with a scoop of hazel chip.