I was in medical school, and it was the summer of 1986.
Besides the fact that I needed money and drove an Ice Cream truck (yes, an Ice Cream truck) that summer, a more important thing happened. I drove from Tulsa, Oklahoma to Los Angeles, California in my little Chevy Sprint car. It had 3 cylinders just like a motorcycle and got great gas mileage.
There was not a real gas shortage, but I was short on money. (Hence I drove an Ice Cream Truck ~ a pink one.
No one would do that unless they really needed the money.
Image 1. My Pink Ice Cream Truck. It made a great, loud music noise.
My son was then 9 years old; his best friend was Milton. Milton was two years older than my son, putting him at 11 years of age. When I drove from California to go finish out…
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