You are here: Home » Ice Cream: Don't Tread on Me August 13, 2012 I've already been here and done that, so it seems. I am reliving this moment from about five months ago. It's like part deux. My son finds security in the American flag. Don't we all? It's because of the picture of his mom hanging in the hallway. The photo shows her holding her college degree with the American flag in the background. I have noticed him gravitating to the picture in the days after her death. I believe the flag represents her; thus, it has become his "wobbie," his cape, shield, best friend, best bud, confidant, blanket, security, joy…well, you get the point. It is the one thing he has held dear for the last several months. I decided to take a friend to a local ice cream establishment that I love to share with people when they are my guests. It's fun, exciting, and, well, oh-so-yummy. Yes, I wrote yummy. It's an institution in the area where I grew up, and ever...
It's time to move forward and blog about life's journeys, discoveries and my short stories I have always wrote. I will always be Captain Imperefecto because I lead an imperfect life.