My father used to bring the 7 of us to Mr. Richardson’s farm to discuss legal issues with him. (My father being the lawyer for the family at the time.) While the two of them talked turkey, Mrs. Richardson would dish up huge servings of ice-cream for us kids. Huge soup bowls. So when Jack and I walked into The Hot Chocolate Sparrow in Orleans MA and I saw the ice-cream board and the source of it all, well, it was #Throwback Thursday all over again.