No Ice Cream

On the very cold day when I took this photo, my fingers could barely work the camera. The signs seemed unnecessary, even ironic, thanks to the blast of arctic air swirling around me. That was before we had to worry about whether the ice cream truck patrons are wearing masks as they stand in line, properly distanced, waiting for a Nutty Buddy or Creamsicle. What a different world it was then. Blocking the steps of a church while eating ice cream might be rude or thoughtless. Now it could be dangerous.