When you were a child, did you have an ice cream truck patrol your neighborhood every evening? We did. Actually there were two of them; Mr. Softie and Morrone’s Waterice (a Philadelphia treat & no they aren’t like snowcones!)
Tonight an ice cream truck tripped through our neighborhood. The urge to jump up and run yelling into the house, “Can I have some money for ice cream?” nearly overwhelmed me. The laptop across my legs prevented me from doing so.