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Dream Wishes
(01/23/2011)
Wall Art (yikes)
(01/23/2011)
2002 Yurt Camping
(01/23/2011)
2002 State Fair
(01/23/2011)
June Ice Cream
(01/23/2011)
The kows have come home
(01/23/2011)
Tumbling / Soccer class
(01/23/2011)
Easter (2002)
(01/23/2011)
Brookes and Brynnen
(01/23/2011)
Brynnen's 5th Birthday
(01/23/2011)
Halloween 2001
(01/23/2011)
Wahclella Hike
(01/23/2011)
At the beach, September (2001)
(04/30/2015)

"To the victor, the spoils!"

It was a beautiful, sunny Sunday. I was working in the garden, pulling out grass and watering the zucchini, when off in the distance, I could hear the call of the wild ice cream man. Knowing that it was a lovely day, and that I am the proud daddy of a five year old, I went inside and pocketted about two dollars worth of bait. Then I went back to work, and the sounds of the ice cream truck faded into the distance.

I thought nothing more of it, until he apparently came down our street; it took a couple of moments for the sound to trickle its way into my head; I was in the back yard. When I realized that the ice cream man was close, I ran to the front yard, to find Brynnen. She had gone inside to find me. She asked me if I had money and I said "Yes" and we ran down the street to the ice cream man. Sadly, he drove off faster than we could run, and turned the corner onto the main street... we could see him turn back down the next street. So we ran back down our steet and turned left to head him off at the pass. To our dismay, he had already gone past the pass and was another block down the street. Brynnen was positive that we could catch him, her in sandals and I in my bare feet, so we ran another block, until we realized that he was disappearing toward the horizon.

So we returned, quickly, to the house, and jumped in our faithful Izuzu. We unrolled all the windows, to make it easier to catch him, and drove towards where we had last seen him. He was nowhere to be seen, and we could not hear the strident call of the ice cream truck. So we drove up and down the streets, zigzagging through the neighboorhood, waving at people and listening intently. Finally, we spotted him in a dead end culdesac and I pulled over to block his escape. His icecream was ours!