Wednesday, June 24, 2009
At the End of the Road
I remember the ancient salt-of-the-earth guy who manned the stand. He rolled his own cigarettes. It was fascinating to watch. I remember walking the road in bare feet, popping the hot tar bubbles with our toes.
Luke took the walk with Bambi a couple days ago, to buy two little boxes of strawberries. They feasted on the way home, popping tar bubbles (well, at least Luke did). We have dropped by the stand several times this season, purchasing each time a flat of strawberries to freeze for smoothies all winter long. I hope my boys will treasure the memories of innocent childhood pleasures.