Every year in the middle of the summer, if i wanted it or not, my birthday arrived. a tradition of walking from frishman's to mountaindale, with my mother, was created. early evening we would leave the bungalow colony and walk toward the four corners. from there down the snake road, past the budd farm.
no matter what time of day or how hot it was, it seemed the snake road was always shady and cool. when we near the mountaindale playhouse, i knew we were have almost arrived. a short few steps after that, the goal of our journey.... i don't remember the name of the store, but they made the best chocolate sundaes.happy and full bellied, we made our way back to frishman's... you could never walk the full way back without almost every car stopping to offer us a lift. we never said no.... you could trust everyone then in mountaindale. back on frishman's, i would run to find, brian or mel or some of the other guys for a game of pinocle or ping pong or whatever.
how could life have been so uncomplicated? and how do we get back there?
