Tonight after dark John and I took the four-legged girls for a fast stroll. As we rounded the corner by Mt. Holly Cemetery, the local ice cream truck went zipping by, lights off and, much to my delight, softly blaring the smooth vocal stylings of Al Green, a hit from 39 years ago before he thought of becoming a Rev.
Here I am, baby.
Normally the ice cream man blares “Turkey in the Straw/Do Your Ears Hang Low” and on occasion makes the dogs howl with the bells and whistles he’s also prone to blast.
But school’s in session now and things are quieter. Ahh, late summer evenings – they can take you right back to high school when Rev. Al first recorded his greatest hits.
Life’s simplest pleasures. Here I am; come and get me.