I didn't grow up in the city, so we didn't hear the ice cream truck's music coming down our street. But, I always thought it would be so cool to buy ice cream every afternoon.
Papa's dream was a bit different. He grew up in the city. He bought ice cream on the street. He knew the joy. So, when we were on a picnic the other day in the city and strains of "The Little Brown Jug" were heard down the street, he quickly gathered all the grandchildren.
Neither Papa nor I remember Spiderman ice cream, though.
Or Princess ice cream...
Popsicles and Bombers, yes.
1 year ago