Summer in the City

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
A charged pursuit.

Submitted: October 28, 2018

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Blanche was my maternal grandmother.  A force of nature, she was capable, feisty, fiercely loving, and fun.  She always described herself gaily"I'm just a happy person."  I loved her dearly.  During a period of my childhood when I was around eight, she stayed at our house during the day to provide supervision while my mom worked outside the home.

One sweltering day, I learned something about the ramifications of cause and effect.  The cause was my remarking the ice cream man had over charged me for my push up popsicle.  The immediate effect was Blanche tearing off in her car around the block to confront the unsuspecting purveyor of afternoon treats.

Blanche drove a very old car; it roared to life as she drove it with determination and gusto around the byways of our city.  If you sat in the back, there was a small hole in the floorboard where you could see the pavement passing by below.  Cars were constructed more sparely back then!

Soon this roaring little car, driven by a grandmother bear, would apprehend the errant ice cream man.  I quaked back at the house.  What had I set into motion?  It turns out the ice cream man's prices had gone up.  He was rather "cool" with me after that, and I never enjoyed push up popsicles again.  Within me a new respect for the perils of free enterprise began to germinate.  "One fudgesicle, please, and thank you."


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