It’s Ice Cream Season By Frank Whitman I can’t remember the last time it happened, but this past Monday I had ice cream twice in the same day. We’re hanging out in the Catskill Mountains with our daughter and grandchildren. There’s no such thing as too much ice cream for the kids, but for me it’s a rare treat. At my age and stage, enjoying kid-food becomes a special occasion. (Not just ice cream but burgers and fries too.) Metabolism just isn’t what it used to be.