Ding ding ding! I'm forever in your debt, sir!

I especially appreciate the huckleberry part.

There's drive-in cafe in Lincoln (home of the unibomber) just up the road a couple hours from my place,with genuine 1950's decor like red '56 Oldsmobile posters and cutouts of James Dean that makes the greatest huckleberry milkshake in the world.

Here in Montana we have plenty of them, but not nearly enough even at that. We run out at holiday time when the locals send all the huckleberry syrup, jam, and chocolates to their out-of-state relatives. Sometimes the chocolate covered ones are cleverly marketed as moose turds. They come in a little brown sack with a purple bow. Works pretty well until the realtives visit, go on a hike, and mistake real ones for chocolate-covered huckleberries...

But I digress.

I have to admit - McVay sometimes displays an amazing talent for making obfuscation sound like clarification - until you think about it.