I was pleased to read the recent Lima News Reminisce article about “Memories of Dan’s Candyland.” That account takes me back to my teens, when a quarter would be enough to pay your admission to the Majestic Theater or buy you a hamburger and a giant malt at Dan’s Candyland.
The article also solves one of the great mysteries of my life: Why did they call Dan’s place “Dirty Dan’s”? It was always immaculately clean! Now I know: I cartoon villain “Dirty Dan” indeed.
Now I can go to the great beyond savoring the taste of the malt of my lifetime.