Times with Dad
I went with Dad,
just us two,
to the hardware store.
We got replacement tubes for the TV,
Sometimes, filters for the heater.
He bought me
Necco wafers -
all different colors -
priceless coins.
Sometimes,
we picked up rock salt
for the ice-cream maker -
vanilla -
cold, smooth, delectable,
an elusive taste.
One man knew
the secret,
in Downey, California,
1965.
Copyright © David Crandall | Year Posted 2024
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