Monday, April 13, 2009
And the Voice of the Ice Cream Truck is Heard in our Land
I was going to offer this post with my apologies to the Song of Solomon, but realized no apologies are needed. I am in synch with this homage to the coming of spring, but with a very different twist. As I emerged from the subway tonight I saw trees in magnificent bloom; it's Opening Day for the Mets and on the corner of West 87th Street I saw the first Mr. Softee Truck of the season. Not quite the words of scripture, but with the full arrival of spring we blessedly survive another winter.