While having dinner with my wife (Myrna) she brought up the subject of a popcicle in our past. Then she said that I should tell my FWW family the story.
When living in the Watts area of Los Angeles---That's a poverty area in case you are not aware of that. We were very poor. I was attending optometry school on the GI Bill of Rights ($105.00 / month). We lived in an apartment house that had been moved to a poorer area---twice.
The above is just to set the picture. A nickel was real money. Anyway, one Christmas we bought each other strap (leather straps held them on to your regular shoes) on roller skates. We used them to visit friends and I used them to go to school.
Well one day we were out for a ride (or should I say, Out for a skate) for fun. We were going along and the obnoxious music of an ice cream truck was heard. We purchased one of those double popcicles and split it. Myrna had half and I had the other (we couldn't afford a full ice cream each). We skated up to the corner of Jefferson and McClintok where the signal was red.
We stopped there along with a little grade school age girl. After a bit she looked up at us with our roller skates and popcicles and said, "You ain't kids."
Those three words and the way they were said created a lifetime treasure moment.
I hope you enjoyed the wonderful moment in time.