by Tom Ramsey
my Grandfather, dressed in chinos
and a straw hat
would drive me to the Sealtest parlor downtown.
I always wore my Dallas Cowboys jumpsuit.
Grandpa got butter pecan.
I got lime sherbet.
The man behind the counter assured me
that lime sherbet was the preferred
flavor of the Dallas Cowboys.
My Grandmother, in a floral dress
often took me downtown to buy clothes.
I begged her to get me three pairs of
Tuff-Nut jeans so I could get the free pocketknife.
She objected, but quickly gave in.
Within hours I sliced my thumb wide open
and bled all over my new jeans.
Downtown, the Sealtest parlor is now
a video store.
Grandpa died when I was sixteen.
Grandma is ghost haunting herself
and can't remember my name.
But my sons eat the ice cream of their heroes
and will slice their fingers on their