Chapter 16 - Neopolitan Whirl

“Boy, you are hard-headed” said Nate as he gave a stern look at his lunch partner.
“Yes, but the peanut butter would have helped” Jack replied.
“I ask you about the bait you used and you give me some story about peanut butter?” Nate was astounded.
Jack stopped eating his barbeque sandwich and looked at Nate in the eye. He thought he was answering the old man’s question, but apparently he had diverged onto some unrelated topic.
“I used crickets, but I didn’t catch anything.” Jack finally said.
“I’m telling you, try a fishing lure” said Nate.
They both returned to their lunches and carried on a while about fishing. When they finished, Nate drove Jack back home. Nate seemed to have a disappointed look on his face, but Jack was happy at having been able to spend some time with the old man.
Nate steered his wide Cadillac back on to the street and drove off. Then Jack went inside and had some Neopolitan ice cream. He was very careful to make sure he had some of each flavor. He could never decide which flavor tasted better, the chocolate, the strawberry or the vanilla. Jack usually ate them by taking turns with the flavors being sure to give his palate time to savor each one. On occasion, he took his spoon and mixed all three flavors together and ate that. Whatever flavor that was, that is what Jack felt like.