Helen, Frank, and Charles (Sonny) Burdick sitting in Wilcoxson booths on July 4th, 1959. Sonny was one of Helen’s brothers. When I was a child I wasn’t entirely sure how my great uncles, aunts and second cousins related to each other. I’m pretty sure I never appreciated Helen’s relation to Sonny but I do remember these old Wilcoxson booths. Having ice cream at Wilcoxson’s was a sublime, life altering delight. Wilcoxson’s got started in Livingston. It was a small family run ice cream parlor: very much in the “Wonderful Life” style. Later the company was bought out and today Wilcoxson is another bland, dime-a-dozen, corporate brand. In those days, when visiting grandparents, I used to look forward to sliding into one of these booths and enjoying the finest root beer floats on the planet. Then, one year, with no warning, the booths disappeared. I was told that they weren’t modern enough; that people actually complained about them! What monsters are loose on this planet?