Being the Continuing Adventures of a Woman and her Trusty Kayak in New York Harbor, the Hudson River, and Beyond.
(with occasional political rants just to keep things lively!)
I don't know the Mister Softee song - I grew up in the San Fernando Valley in the 60s and my local ice scream truck played Helter Skelter.
I didn't know there were lyrics either. But I know the song by heart. Last fall, even on warm days in November he was driving around Woodlawn all afternoon.
bonnie, my crocuses fooled me the other day, because our spring has fled - its barely 40 degrees today, and my sister-in-law just called from Chicago... where she woke up to 1.5 inches of snow! I'm in no way thinking of ice cream.my2fish
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