We Roasted Potatoes

By Anthony Ricci, January 19, 2019 — Back when I was thirteen in West Philly, where me and my cousins lived, there was a guy who lived next door with an ice cream truck. During the cold months, he’d go south because it was too cold to sell ice cream up here. So we’d go to the neighbor’s garage, nobody was home, so we’d roast potatoes in there. He’d just whitewashed it before he left, but we’d had a fire in there and smoke got all over the walls and they weren’t white anymore! When he got home, oh ho ho!

He was a good guy, so he never outright accused us of anything. But he knew we did something in there, because he’d seen us roasting potatoes outside before.