Mr. Swirlee ruled an empire of
ice cream trucks, a fleet of pink and blue trucks every parent in the
seven-county metro area had come to despise.
The trucks crawled through neighborhood streets, playing a chimed
version of “Where, Oh Where Has My Little Dog Gone?” until you wanted to
scream.
Children ran back into their
homes, begging for two or three dollars for one of Mr. Swirlee’s overpriced ice
cream treats. Frankly, there was a part
of me that was more than a little amazed some crazed father hadn’t tried to
kill Mr. Swirlee long before now.
(from Mr. Swirlee by Mike Faricy)
8*/10. The
complete review is here.
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