*The Proustian Pellet Ice
Nostalgia for Pong, the Chicken Shack bug zapper, and a mourning granddad at dawn
So, I rolled into Budapest yesterday after a very long transatlantic journey. It would have been far easier if I had not been carrying a large shoulder bag, inside which was a twenty-two pound machine for making pellet ice (a.k.a., Sonic ice). It’s the very best kind of ice, and if you are the kind of weirdo who loves chewing ic…
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