As an avid gardener, I arrived at the Northside with many gardening tools: multiple sized shovels and spades, hoes and rakes, a mattock, sledge hammers, a pitchfork, etc.
“You scream, I scream, we all scream for ice cream” are the catchy lyrics of the 1925 song entitled “Ice Cream” recorded by Fred Waring and the Pennsylvanians. Many of us (who are older) have chanted that phrase as we waited our turn at the neighborhood ice cream truck or local Dairy Queen.
Several years ago I was sitting in the office of a non-profit when a jovial fellow sauntered in delivering several cases of beverages for an event. No money or checks exchanged hands. He said a warm hello and left the office as quickly as he entered.
