Monday, July 10, 2017
Growing up in California in close proximity to the Pacific Ocean, my concept of a pond has always been a decorative water feature with a bunch of oddly colored fish in it. Apparently, on the east coast, where the beach is called the shore, small dark green lakes are called ponds. And you swim in them.
Am at the Eastbury Pond in Connecticut enjoying a bit of recovery from my trip to Lake Shasta. If you're confused, and think you're reading that last sentence as; a vacation to recover from a previous vacation, you are correct.
The pond is serene, the weather is fabulous, and I'm salaciously gawking and my beautiful girlfriend in a bathing suit. It doesn't seem like it's going to get any better until I hear a piercing rendition of "It's a Small World" over a loudspeaker. It's the Good Humor Ice Cream truck. I always thought that Good Humor was a brand made up in the movies.
I feel a little conspicuous being the only person in line at the truck's window that's over twelve. Emily seems to be rushing around reassuring parents that I'm not a pervert, I've just never had Good Humor before. Have to say, it's one of the best ice cream sandwiches I've ever had.