This story from Wednesday's Post caught my attention. Adults clinging to childish activities? Yep! What's not awesome about cupcakes and kickball?
It prompted me to finally buy an Italian ice from the vendor that's stationed on the corner near my office. What really caught my eye about the vendor is that the Italian ice is served in a weak little paper cup--just like the Italian ice I got at the swim club in New Jersey. The Italian ice truck would come two or three times a day; the ice cream truck maybe once a day. I can't remember whether we got spoons with the ices; I do remember manipulating the cup to get all the ice out.
How was it? Pretty good, I admit, if fairly expensive. Not as good as Rita's, but it brought me back 20+ years.
Posted by Barb at July 8, 2007 04:00 PM | TrackBack