Do you remember life before the internet?

Bobby The Ice Cream Driver

There was a man I knew named Bobby who drove an ice cream truck that played “Do Your Ears Hang Low” on repeat. He sold Nutty Buddies and Fudge sickles that melted onto your shirt. That song would haunt him for years.

He called me collect one day because he needed help as he was too hung over to drive the truck. I was only twelve. Apparently, the lightning bugs bothered his eyes.

The winters were harsh back then. He had a prestigious job during the winter. He delivered phone books to the masses. People rejoiced when they got their phone book.

That’s what their ticket to fortune and fame. Anybody could reach them at any time.

Bobby don’t be a hero.

I would love to hear you opinion as well

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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