While stationed at Offutt AFB near Omaha, Nebraska and living in the barracks back in the late 70's, inevitably someone in the lounge on a Friday or Saturday evening would say, Who wants to make a run to Goodrich Dairy? We'd scramble for our shoes and our wallets, and off we'd go. My friend Sharon got me hooked on these malts, and whenever I have one, I'm reminded of the fun we had together: cruising the base-gates & seeing which L.E's were working or those Saturday evenings when we'd get all gussied up & head over to The cHEETah to do some dancing or when we were really bored & go cruising 73/75 & waving to guys in hot muscle cars. Here's to you, Sharon My Friend!