This is a true story that I found in my journal. It happened on June 21, 1974, here in St. Petersburg.
My wife and I decided that it would be nice to invite our son’s friends over to celebrate his birthday and to take everyone ice skating at a nearby public ice skating rink. We had read in the newspaper that this rink had been frozen over for ice skating, a St. Petersburg rarity. The city was running the rink and charging only $1.00 per skater. We studied the situation and decided to have each child bring his dollar, and we would provide transportation and refreshments. So, nine of Bo’s friends showed up, and we bundled them off to the arena only to find that it was closed to the public because of a Jehovah’s Witness convention. What does one do with nine kids dressed in their warmest for ice skating on a hot June afternoon? Desperate, I called the Gay Blades roller skating rink and discovered that it was open but that their fee was $1.50 per kid. We decided to go ahead and subsidize each kid and continue with the party. The rink was not air conditioned, Bo’s little sister refused to skate, and another kid spent the entire afternoon on the floor. I had an enjoyable time supervising despite having worn wool pants which I kept rolled up to my knees. If that isn’t getting a lemon and making lemonade, I don’t know what is.