The Ice Cream Man in the Summer of SAm

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“He came shuffling down the sidewalk every afternoon that summer at 4:30, when the sun began to crest above the buildings, dousing the entire block in a blinding, ethereal light. He wore bright plaid shorts and a lime green bowling shirt; his hair cotton-white, puffed out in giant tufts from beneath an old Yankees cap that seemed permanently affixed to his head. ”

Check out my newest piece on Narratively: “The Ice Cream Man in the Summer of Sam,” a true story about the summer of 1977.

 

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