Although there might be some truth to the claim that you can’t go home again, I most certainly did when I wrote Ice Cream Headache. And it’s only fitting, given the number of years that I have lived overseas, that I “return” home a lot in my stories, especially when I am waxing nostalgic about “back home.”
This photo alone, brings back many memories for me: walking home from Washington Grade School, stopping in at the Supreme Dairy Bar for a milkshake or a Green River, buying candy and comic books at Balconie’s, and going to the library. This was the center of my universe from 1966-1976.
What I tried to do most with Ice Cream Headache was to capture some of the small town flavor that is rapidly disappearing across the United States.