Double decker cone (early 1970s)

When we lived in Oakland, there was a Baskin Robbins up the street on the main shopping drag. Probably a 10 or 15-minute walk away. It was a special treat to walk up and get a cone. I was especially partially to orange sherbet, which I would now consider more or less a waste of calories now. Anyway, at some point I was deemed old enough to be able to handle a double cone. I was so proud and happy! Boy, you better believe I lorded that over my little brother in the most obnoxious way. Sorry, And!