The Ices Age

The Ices AgeThe seasons aren't divided into four neat segments for city kids. Grass does not start growing through the concrete sidewalks at the vernal equinox and no birds sing. More often than not, winter slides into midsummer with hardly a pause. But we didn't need a harbinger or, for that matter, a calendar to know when spring arrived. It was the day the ices man showed up with his rickety cart and his lemon, orange and cherry water ice. Little did we know, as we greedily sucked the last dro...