Last night, I spotted the Elkridge creeper ice cream man/woman that sometimes works our neighborhood.
To be clear, it was around 6:20. On November 3. I was wearing a scarf and a jacket. The sun was going down. And then I heard the music, and saw the truck whipping around the corner into the lot opposite ours.
I guess there's always time for ice cream?
I don't have a picture of this one, but this is what I imagine it would have looked like had I gone over.