take me back to the ball game?

In a matter of seconds, I went from a Chicago-living 27-year-old to my former 12-year old  self by simply seeing a "Frozen Lemonade" sign in the window this morning.  Before I knew it I was lost in memories of those summer days spent at my brother's baseball tournaments and all those Aunt Thelma's Old-Fashioned Lemonades that helped me beat the heat.  Besides …