The Ice Cream Man, My Bicycle, and a Nickel

        The Ice Cream Man, My Bicycle, and a Nickel   Hello, I’m a military brat.   Growing up, I never knew what my father’s next assignment would bring. One morning he’d be gone and a few months later we’d be in a new home across the country, or overseas. Uniforms hung… Continue reading The Ice Cream Man, My Bicycle, and a Nickel