I opened the window to hear it more clearly, and as its sound faded in the distance, I heard another sound from further off. Emanating from some garage, or perhaps the park with the baseball bleachers a mile or so away, where public events are sometimes held, I could hear faintly the sound of a highly amplified metal/blues band. The ice cream truck may not have fallen through a time warp, but I think that band did. I was a bit disoriented by the sudden transition from the mid 1950's to the late 1960's, and wondered what other years might be lurking in the balmy evening. I glanced over at Sluggo, and was relieved to see that he had not been suddenly replaced by a Commodore 64 while my back was turned.
I forgot to get any flavored teas while I was shopping yesterday, and now I have to make do with ordinary Lipton. It is dull, but serviceable. If I'm going to get more interesting tea, it will have to be tomorrow. Monday and Tuesday, they will be finishing the re-paving job (left hanging at the end of last summer) along the main road nearby, and traffic will be subject to fifteen minute delays both days. As that road is the only access to and from the neighborhood, its going to be too much bother to make any shopping excursions. I'll just settle in and enjoy the smell of hot asphalt being poured.
