May is for ice cream, motorcycles and voting
Kerri Thoreson
The past week’s glorious sunshiny weather has been a mood brightener all the way around. The other day, Bert was out in the backyard opening the pool for the season and I was in the house when I heard the most glorious sound of springtime through the screen door ... ice cream truck music! Before we could make the decision to enjoy an evening after-dinner treat, poof! The ice cream man was way down the block. Few people spend time in their front yards and many houses don’t even have front porches, unlike yesteryear when they were commonplace.
So here’s a memo to the ice cream man ... we love hearing the music but would also love to buy ice cream. Boomers can’t run outside to the curb as fast as little kids can. I’d hate to break a hip for a Fudgsicle so slow down, pretty please.
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