Hot Child in the City

hot style in the city

The sight of the Mr. Softee ice cream truck tucked in a side street off 5th Avenue conjured distant memories of summers and jingles that harkened his impending arrival. I remembered those first fourths of July with Little a. and J in Long Beach Island New Jersey when the Ice Cream truck seemed to arrive every 15 minutes and time would slow as we navigated the dunes to get their treat. This seemed an unlikely spot to find Mr. Softee. The memories are sweeter than the ice cream ever was.

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