Sometimes I miss ‘back home’, across the border where my childhood was spent. There are moments where I long for an unexpected basket of good old U.S. of A. memory filled treats, fully loaded.
When I was a kid I sent away 2 box tops from Cheerios for a magic kit. The day it finally showed up was way better than my first marriage.
We all sometimes long to hear the familiar tinkle of the ice cream truck coming down our street. That’s all I’m saying.
