P.S.

I just realized I mentioned Anderson’s twice in the last two postings. I swear I am not a shill for Anderson’s. It just always tasted so GOOD, and it was such a special treat to go there.

I used to ride my bike the half-mile or so (could it have been a mile?) over there, twice a day sometimes, for ice cream. And I remember feeling really embarrassed when Barbie Cohen and I were about 5 years old, in the back seat of her dad’s car, and I whispered to her, “Ask your dad if he’ll take us to Anderson’s,” and then I saw him looking at us in the rear view mirror and knew he had caught me asking for something I shouldn’t have. (But I’m not sure why I felt I shouldn’t have. I guess because you weren’t supposed to ask anyone to spend money on you? Weren’t supposed to tell secrets? Weren’t supposed to be bossy to your best friend? I felt just awful. But her dad did take us to Anderson’s.)

Anyway, the old Sheridan Drive sign will be featured in the Missing Buffalo book (see a preview of some of the art work at www.mpkane-art.com). (Geez, looks like I’m three for three now.)

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