I first learned what ALS was, when I was a kid in the car with my parents, driving past this old landmark:
I asked what the letters in the sign stood for. My parents explained both meanings (though I’m sure the builders of the sign didn’t have Lou Gehrig’s Disease in mind).
I kinda wish this place was still in business, so I could go there, order a glass of ice water, and pour it on my head.
Oh well. Might have to make do with Al’s Breakfast on University Avenue.