I miss seeing these hateful little metal ice trays. Had the skin on my hands ripped off a time or two by them because when you grabbed it, it would often freeze to your hand. You also often had to run tap water over it for a second in order to get the handle to unfreeze enough to allow you to grip it. They were not ideal but they got the job done. More importantly, when I look at this pic, I instantly see my childhood house and kitchen where my parents were still young and healthy, Bernie was still unmarried and childlike, living in the room across the hall from me, and all of my troubles could be solved by discussing them over an ice cold coke with my mom.
