My little son had a little cup of Ice Cream. He had eaten his chicken sandwich and french fries, and didn’t have room in his little tummy for more. We were driving through Costco for gas. I thought of the guy who is always at the end of the Costco parking lot; the guy with the sign and the dog. I figured he’d be there, and we could give him Ben’s frosty before it melted, then get gas. I pulled the suburban up to the curb, and Ben jumped out to give the guy his frosty. The guy smiled. We [ …read full story ]