Good Humor doesn't drive down many a street anymore.

Good Humor doesn't drive down many a street anymore.

Come with me. Take my hand. We'll skip and slurp on popsicles.

Maybe it will rain so we can dance between the droplets...if not, I can always pull out the sprinkler.

We'll play 4-square and hopscotch in the park and feed Grape-Nuts to squirrels and cute little families of ducks.

We'll blow bubbles and devour more grape blow-pops than anyone over the age of 9 should ever consume.

Come afternoon, we'll go jumping in knee-deep puddles and then lie in the grass to dry off in the sun.

The Good Humor man doesn't drive down many streets anymore, so we may have to track him down on our own.

Because life is just to short to let laughter, joy and good humor pass by with barely a wave.