Friday, May 6, the weather was perfect. All the kids and Grandma Martha and I went to Kyle's baseball game.
As we were leaving the icecream truck arrived at the park. A big cluster of kids around an icecream truck is a joyful image. The big kids remembered when we lived in Maine and the icecream truck was a regular part of our summer evenings. Our neighbor Rose was the driver. That's how Bethany got her first taste of strawberry icecream.