VT (for all of my design-obsessed peeps)

photocourtesyofjjjjoundblog Peeps, First of all I would like to thank all of my (old-school) peeps and FB peeps who were kind enough to send Happy Birthday greetings.  I am deeply touched by your kindness, and will share the love with my twin brother Kurt who also loves chocolate birthday-cake and rum-raisin ice-cream.  Mr. Sports had a small push-cart from which he sold home-made, hand-churned ice-cream.  I can't remember if he passed our house everyday, or only on weekend afternoons; the ring of his bell could turn even the stoniest of hearts into bright-eyed anticipation at the seasonal offerings of fruit-flavored cold, rich ice-cream with bits of mango, crabu, pine-apple, and other tropical fruits.  Whether it was the small amount of alcohol--or the mere thought of--in the rum-raisin ice-cream that caused my mother to sit dreamy-like on the porch swing for an hour or so after lunch, this infrequent freedom was also delicious.  In this time of relaxed v...