On hot summer days like we've been having, Gracie likes to take brother Tedddy and me to the Dairy in Central Park. It's this neat old building (built in 1870) close to the playgrounds. It used to serve just milk and snacks, but now they're trying ice cream. Gracie usually gets me a vanilla, and a strawberry for herself. Teddy likes chocolate. Sometimes we get the ice cream in cups, but lately we've been trying something new called an "ice cream cone." It's a lot like a small waffle wrapped into a cone shape. The cold stuff is then scooped in. Dr. Roosevelt says the cones were invented by the French. Smart people, those French. Merci.
We eat the ice cream on the way back home. Gracie always remembers to get extra paper napkins, because Teddy makes a mess of things. But I'm very good at licking off all the excess with my long tongue.
Hope you have a place to go for ice cream where you live.
More soon. D-O-G
p.s.: the picture of the Dairy is double because it is a "stereo view". With the right kind of viewing device you can see the image as if it was in 3D. Swell, huh?
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