Not much need for the Good Humor man today and his favorite selection of ice cream. If you have a little imagination, a little dirt and some food dye, you can become your own ice cream vendor. Only thing is you’ll have to watch those pebbles on the teeth- I think I’d rather pay for the stuff than eat one of the kids…
When I was a child my good humored grandmother visited from England. She was your typical Liverpudlian- DAMN fine entertainer and ALWAYS pulling gags. She used to roll her own cigarettes, so one day my brother (he was 2 years younger than I) asked if we could roll her a cigarette. She said- ABSOLUTELY.
We disappeared into the basement…..
We were like two mad scientists creating the Frankenstein Monster Cigarette… it contained small dead bugs, dust, dirt, and practically anything awful, hideous and wretched. Problem was we didn’t know how to roll the stuff AND we had so much of it that it barely rolled. I must have been 8 or 9. I thought we were so smart…..
Well, I can remember coming up to my Grandmother and handing her this crooked part-tobacco, part-alien smoking apparatus. She looked and smiled, entertained by the fact we were using our creativity. She HAD to light it to smoke- even if it killed her. I remember her lighting the end, as much as my brother and I tried to contain our laughter, we couldn’t. She took a drag and coughed like hell, exaggerating every body shaking jolt. We fell to the floor laughing. As you can see, it was memorable. Like the time my brother slammed a roll of caps hit with a sledgehammer and caught my pajama pants on fire…..good times.
Today, I did little ice cream making. I just shoveled. It’s become the bane of my existence. I may have to be the mad scientist tomorrow and create an ice cream store with stools. There’s plenty of snow to play with- plenty of fun to be had and now that the work is done… it’s play time. Get out an enjoy all- this sort of thing makes GOOD times….