Suddenly Summer

With temps in the high 80s Foster's seemed like just the ticket to beat back this heat. We hit the derelict stand on Fletcher in Atwater in the heat of the day and ordered us a couple of chocolate dipped cones.

The trip to Foster's reminds me of childhood summer's. I can remember the hot smell of summer concrete sidewalks and the shade of the awning jutting from the side of the joint. Inside the fans are whirring loudly and the grill is hissing. Out of the square of sliding glass I am handed my ice cream cone. Already streaming with chocolate drips.
With cones in hand we sit on the old school bench slurping and dripping all over the place. Will's woebegone face is due to the fact that what was once a piled high swirl of vanilla ice cream dipped in chocolate is no more than a fraction left in his mitt. We'll be going back again, baybee.

Summer is here!