Image: Danielle Scott
Graffiti Ice Cream Truck
It’s a summer that some are calling the “hottest ever.” The thermometer is reaching unbearable heights as you slope down into a lawn chair beneath a shady tree. It’s impossible to cool your insides. Every glass of water you bring outside boils. You haven’t seen a solid ice cube since May. But wait, relief is in sight! The entrance hymn plays, “la-la la la la-la,” and there is the friendly neighborhood ice cream truck.