Ice cream sandwiches

This is something that happened a few years ago.

I and four other friends piled into a car. We drove to our friend's house in New Jersey, making our way there by memory. As we stood on the porch, his dogs barked furiously. We came into his house. He was not expecting us. He had not spoken to any of us in a long time.

We drank juice in his living room. We managed to convince him to leave with us, to spend the afternoon with us. On the way to the driving range, we stopped at a Dairy Queen. Their machines were broken and the only thing they had were ice cream sandwiches. We bought two packages. We ate them in the car. We took bites between going up to swing our golf clubs. The wafers were crisp and the ice cream cool and sweet. My friend was quiet. He seemed at ease. Those were the best ice cream sandwiches.