Has it really been three months since I've posted? Sorry ...

Open Letter to Ice Cream People
A few weeks ago I was with my family at a park in Boulder. We hear the sing-song tune of the icecream man (or person, or whatever) and my four-year-old stops in his tracks, like a cat just spotting its prey. But instead of crouching, he starts slowly turning his head back and forth, scanning for the truck. We finally spot it and he breaks into a sprint, followed closely behind by his father. They near the truck and I can remember it as if in slow-motion. Brian reaches for his wallet, and the other hand heads toward the sky to wave down the driver. Then, get this, the driver shakes his head and waves him off. What????!!! Stunned, I revert to "angry mother" and start booing loudly (I have no idea where that came from; I don't even boo at ball games). So I say to you, ice cream people of the world, please don't do that. This is how riots get started.