Selling Ice

Midwinter, as my wife and I would go knocking doors, I would grab the largest icicle I could find and hold it over my shoulder. We would knock on the door and say “Hi we are in the neighborhood selling ice”. Got a lot of smiles and conversations out of that one. Elder and Sister Law New York Rochester

2013-05-06T09:00:00+00:00 May 6th, 2013|Uncategorized|0 Comments

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