- ice cream truck drives by my sister’s house.
- excited nephew ryan runs outside at full blast!
- disappointed nephew ryan stares as the truck drives away…
auntie nattie to the rescue!
i take off — barefoot, prescription glasses, cotton shorts and t-shirt — on a quest to bring back the truck. ‘follow the white truck!’, i think, (and the music), while being cheered on by drivers: ‘you’re almost there!’, ‘go for the ice cream!’… the soles of my feet are burning, but all i can think of is ryan’s cheery face, so i keep going. i run around the neighborhood until the driver sees me. he has to go the opposite direction and make a u-turn before he can stop where i am. i tell him ‘there’s a kid on salem and winding sitting on the steps waiting for you’. he asks for directions and heads there. i run back, arriving almost at the same time as the truck, and in time to see ryan’s happy face!
my feet after the adventure: