Bring On The Nationals…
When I was a kid, one of the biggest highlights of my day was the unmistakable tune from the Mister Softee truck. I could hear it from a couple of blocks away and it was my signal to run inside and ask my mom if I could get money for ice cream. If she was in a good mood she’d grab her purse and hand me a couple of dollars and told me to make sure I got something for my little sister. That...
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