And so it begins. Writing for a “public” audience is not something that is normal for me. The most writing I ever do is in my own personal journal and even then it is not quite as often as it should be.

Many probably don’t know, I grew up on a dairy until I was almost 8. Along with this dairy we had an ice cream parlor. I literally was able to walk, with my older siblings, to the parlor after school. We vividly remember the black and white checkered floors, the jukebox, the red bar stools…