It’s Independence Day in Hilldale.
As always the cousins gather on Danny’s front stoop to hear Lanfranco and Gary play the accordion.
“Is it just me” Mary Ellen complains, “Or do those songs get sadder each year lately?”
The Ronald points out something interesting.
“Our parents have all died,” he reminds her,”and we’ve reached the second plateau.”
He goes on to explain, “The children and teenagers are having the time of their lives with that music, as we once did. The torch has been passed and we’re stuck with it.”
“But we still have Jitty Joe’s Ice Cream,” she gushes.
Thank you to Vijaya Sundaram for this week’s photo prompt, and to Rochelle Wisoff~Fields who guiddes us weekly through Friday Fictioneers.
We’re all okay as long as we have Jitty Joe’s Ice Cream.
Long live Jitty!
Randy
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Thanks Randy. It’s the best ice cream around
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There’s nothing a bit of ice-cream won’t help with! Nice scene.
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Thanks. That’s why it’s such a popular place
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I hope they have Strawberry ice cream.
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thanks . They have every possible conceivable flavor known to mankind. It’s a real place.
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Sounds good I must try and visit. 🙂
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I must visit the East Coast again someday. Sounds like the ice cream will be delicious. Oh, the story’s good, too. The passing of the torch. Nice. 🙂
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Thanks. It’s based a little upon real circumstances.
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