Fridays were elbow to elbow and if you didn't get in first, you were drinking your float on the curb, eye level to the whitewalls rollin by. I can still recall stickin to that red vinyl stool, and that worn out ol' advertising sign that hung above the soda fountain.
Something like Harrison's seeds, or, that's it, Storrs and Harrison Co. Funny the things that stick with you.
Soft black. Two pieces.