Which Reminds Me

One day while in 11th grade my sister and I and Barbara Miller, an MK schoolteacher (I don't remember if my parents were there also) were at Pop's Ice Cream stand located on the Boulevard of Heroes. There we had ice cream cones. While standing there or sitting there, I don't quite remember, I saw three or more guys from my high school class—Jaime Sol, Alfredo Weitzenfeld, Amadeo Cortez, etc.—walking up to Pop's Ice Cream to get ice cream cones. They got theirs and were sitting or standing out in front of Pop's Ice Cream. At that age of adolescent angst it is always so embarrassing to see any high school classmates out of school. It is one thing to see them at school but to see them elsewhere makes everything so much more complicated. Did I mention to Barbara Miller that, oh, look, there are some guys from my high school class? I actually don't remember. Of course there would be no way for me to control the flapping mouth of Barbara Miller of Mississippi and her extensive network of confused contacts. It just wasn't that important. Lots of people enjoy walking to Pop's ice cream for a scoop. Nothing unusual about that.