As the Northeast enjoys a snowy weekend!
A SEASONAL GREETING AND EXCERPT FROM THE JOURNAL OF
Reprinted from December 2003
Earlier today, I was driving into the residential community where I live and I heard the music that ice cream vendors generally pipe out of their trucks to let their customers know that they are there. This particular truck was a plain gray color-no frills-no paintings of delicious ice cream sundaes and other frozen treats-this was simply a gray truck playing music. Looking inside the truck I could see white freezers that I’m sure held the treats that many would be asking their parents to buy them.
The driver of the ice cream truck appeared to be an African. All of this in and of itself is not so strange or noteworthy, but I began to think about how time passes and things change so much in terms of perspective and reality. Actually, this has…
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