Story for the Day: The Ice Cream Cart
Every young person who hears the tinkling sounds of an ice cream cart must run toward it with joyous abandon. Every old person who hears the same sound does the same, even if only the running takes place in the mind. Bartleby still has all his faculties, and therefore the ice cream vendor is in very great danger of being attacked by a juvenile geriatric. B artleby crept toward the pool with a soundless step, canting his head and looking as though he were listening for something. A short silence, and then his head lurched to the left, his ears perking, his nose twitching, his eyes ablaze with maniacal glee. “Do you hear it, sir knight?” the old man whispered, in a feverish hush, his fingers curling against his palms, his stance scheming as he tiptoed across the cobblestones. Damson listened and surveyed the plaza. “I confess I hear nothing, sir-” “Shh!” Bartleby sibilated. He slowly pointed to his ear, stared into the distance with a feral aspect, and slunk low to the ground. “Yo...
