When I first got to Woodstock back in the early 1970s, everyone went to Colonial Pharmacy for ice cream. It was the place to go. The shop was in the Bradley Meadows plaza then, having moved from Tinker Street just up from the corner of Tannery Brook, where the Golden Notebook now sits. Joe Forno would inevitably be there, dishing out the flavors, a kindly smile for the kids, some chatter with the adults. It was the last of it’s kind in town, complete with swiveling aluminum stools with red leather seats lined neatly in front of a gleaming . . .
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