I change into my gray pants
\nand my long sleeve red shirt.
\nI put on my black sports coat
\nand my ruddy blue Gatsby cap.
\nI hop into my 2008 Honda
\nturn the key in the ignition,
\nback out of the apartment
\nparking area and head
\nout onto Wendover Avenue.
\nFifteen minutes later
\nI\u2019m walking into Harris
\nTeeter, my favorite grocery
\nstore. I amble past the
\nmany shoppers until I
\narrive at the ice cream
\nfreezer cases. I slide open
\none of the doors and grab
\na pint of Haagen Dazs
\nChocolate Chip Cookie
\nDough ice cream. I check
\nout at the self service
\nregisters, transaction
\napproved, and I drive
\nhome dreaming of the
\nfirst Haagen Dazs bite.
\nAnd think to myself,
\nit\u2019s been a good night out.
\nSure you could say it\u2019s
\nboring, but for me at
\nmy age, it\u2019s far more
\nenjoyable than when
\nin a dark ages part
\nof my misspent youth,
\na night out meant
\ngetting drunk and crazy.<\/p>\n
Bob Boyd <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I change into my gray pants and my long sleeve red shirt. I put on my black sports coat and my ruddy blue Gatsby cap. I hop into my 2008 Honda turn the key in the ignition, back out of the apartment parking area and head out onto Wendover Avenue. Fifteen minutes later I\u2019m walking… Continue reading