Excerpt from an e-mail to my friend Gill sent out tonight:
You'll like this story-so maybe you've heard of the Lemon Ice King of Corona? It's this notoriously good Italian Ice place, the kind with real fruit in the ices. My brother had mentioned it to me before but I'd never been there myself. So today my friends Stephanie and Maria decided we would try to find it after our teacher's workshop let out, and Maria called one of her friends that used to live in the area and we got the cross streets.
If you've never been to Corona, I'll tell you right now that many of the streets are curvy and navigation is generally confusing-it's like the San Francisco of Queens or something, minus the hills. So we walked and walked and eventually we found the Ice King. As we were leaving we meant to ask the guys serving ices how to get back to the train station. But we forgot and then they were busy, so I ended up asking these two EMTs who were waiting on line to get ices themselves. (I got a $1.50 size cherry by the way, and it was delicious). They said the train was a bit of a hike away, but they directed us to a bus stop up a block where we could catch a bus to the train.
So we got to the bus stop and we weren't sure which side to wait on. We decided to just stay where we were figuring that any bus we got on would probably take us to a train station eventually. A minute later our new friends the EMTs rolled up in their North Shore Health Center AMBULANCE and asked us if we needed a lift! After some peremptory giggling we piled in the back, on the bench next to the freshly dressed gurney, and they dropped us off at the 111th St. 7 stop. Oh yeah, before we pulled away they told us we had been waiting for the wrong bus.
Oh, to be a bumpkin in Corona in August.
If you've never been to Corona, I'll tell you right now that many of the streets are curvy and navigation is generally confusing-it's like the San Francisco of Queens or something, minus the hills. So we walked and walked and eventually we found the Ice King. As we were leaving we meant to ask the guys serving ices how to get back to the train station. But we forgot and then they were busy, so I ended up asking these two EMTs who were waiting on line to get ices themselves. (I got a $1.50 size cherry by the way, and it was delicious). They said the train was a bit of a hike away, but they directed us to a bus stop up a block where we could catch a bus to the train.
So we got to the bus stop and we weren't sure which side to wait on. We decided to just stay where we were figuring that any bus we got on would probably take us to a train station eventually. A minute later our new friends the EMTs rolled up in their North Shore Health Center AMBULANCE and asked us if we needed a lift! After some peremptory giggling we piled in the back, on the bench next to the freshly dressed gurney, and they dropped us off at the 111th St. 7 stop. Oh yeah, before we pulled away they told us we had been waiting for the wrong bus.
Oh, to be a bumpkin in Corona in August.