There is a new store in Monroeville Mall and I missed the grand opening. I was out of town visiting family in Detroit. A Kirkland’s has opened where Houlihan’s used to be. Another restaurant tried that space, but they were not successful. This is a Kirkland’s with a lot of space, if you have been to any of their other stores things are a little close. I hope it will be a success. Word to the wise, when you are in stores always make sure you know who is next in line. Some clerks don’t pay any attention and don’t bother to ask, “Who is next?”
On to something almost as much fun as shopping, ice cream. “I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream.” While in Detroit spending time with my 6-year-old great nephew, I heard the distinct sound of an ice cream truck. I looked at my nephew, he looked at me. I grabbed my wallet and we flew out the door in search of the ice cream truck. With 57 years between us, I have a different expectation of the ice cream man. In my day, the ice cream man was sometimes White or sometimes Black, but always friendly and capable of speaking to us in English. The well-worn truck pulled up to the curb and on the side of the truck we could see the limited menu. For some reason, I wanted to engage in conversation. I looked at the driver and could see that we were not going to have much of a dialogue. He appeared to be from the Middle East. He pointed to the picture menu on the side of the truck, which included the price scrawled on a piece of masking tape. We made our selections and he handed us our treats. Despite the lack of conversation, we had a fun aunt/nephew experience.