Chapter Two
When I accepted the job offer to return to D+Z, I negotiated a couple of things. First, an increase in pay. Second, that they would pay for my LEED training and exam fees to get accredited. Third, that I would be taking a delayed, 2-week honeymoon one year later. This seemed like the perfect time to escape, given the recession and bonus days off work. So, I planned an epic east coast road trip to compliment the 3-month-long west coast road trip that I had taken after I graduated high school, and that next month, we set off for some fun!
We had close friends who lived in North Carolina, so it was a perfect focal point to kick off our road trip. Ame and Genia live in Hillsborough, a quaint little town just outside of Durham, NC. They had moved there just a few years earlier, after the birth of their daughter. Genia landed an amazing job at a doctor’s office there, which was also closer to Ame’s family in nearby Virginia.
During our 3 days visiting with our friends, we explored all sorts of fun parts of the Research Triangle. I admired the wide reaching branches of unusual southern trees, providing much-needed shade and stunningly large blossoms. We strolled down charming streets, poking our heads into independently owned bookstores and little cafes with vegan milk options. Ame was excited to take us to a new favorite of theirs, but we had to wait for Genia to get home from work so we could all go together. “It’s a really cute place,” Ame beamed, “They hand make all these different kinds of popsicles, and they have some really unique flavors!” The local chain had just opened up a 3rd location, and they couldn’t wait to try something new with us.
LocoPops was just as simple as you’d imagine. They sold popsicles, and nothing else. Based on the mexican paletas carts that get pushed down neighborhood streets ringing their bells, Loco Pops had two lists of flavors. “Paletas de Leche” and “Paletas de Agua.” My mouth was watering as I read the flavors: Strawberries & Creme, Chocolate Rosemary, Cherry Lime, Orange Mango! So many unusual fruits and combinations! I had a hard time deciding which flavor to get, so I made sure that Jamie got one I could sample as well. I settled for Mexican Hot Chocolate, and it did not disappoint!
We waited in a long line and paid for our pops before stepping outside to enjoy our frozen desserts over the sidewalk tables. The afternoon sun was strong, and the cold treat was an absolutely perfect remedy to the sweltering heat. I sat there, sunglasses on, watching as each of us relished in our own blend of flavors. I couldn’t help by smile between licks. It felt like this was the epitome of summertime, and my heart was so full of joy! Ame & Genia’s daughter barely ate half of hers before it melted into a puddle dripping down her tiny forearms. This was to be expected, of course, so her parents just laughed and pulled out a clean shirt and wipes once she had finished having her fun with it.
The entire experience left such a strong impression on me. Someone decided to make their living selling frozen joy on a stick. How brilliant is that?? I mean, how many jobs are out there that make so many people so happy? How could you go home at the end of the day feeling anything less than satisfied that you’ve made a positive impact in the world? It’s a simple joy, but sometimes that’s exactly what we need. I felt so inspired by what the owners had created, and joked with our friends, “Maybe I should start one of these back home in Ann Arbor!” They all laughed and agreed that would be awesome! The conversation eventually moved on to other things, but something clicked inside my own head. Even though I didn’t think I was serious, my brain started doing some mental calculations. What would it actually take to open a business like this?
Throughout the remainder of our stay in North Carolina, we enjoyed lengthy conversations with Ame & Genia about every topic under the sun. We laughed about hypotheticals, imagined amazing scenarios, and joked about recent news. All the while, part of my brain never stopped working through this crazy popsicle idea. What if I really could start a business that makes people happy every day? How much would it cost to start it up? Once it’s established, the ingredient costs seem pretty low. But if I did do something similar, I would have to tweak it to align with my own values. I would want 100% organic ingredients, so nobody has to worry about eating a strawberry shortcake paleta laced with pesticides, or genetically modified corn. In fact, I would avoid using sugar, but rely on fruit and maple syrup as much as possible. (I had recently learned how to make my own maple syrup by tapping the trees in my yard!) And I would avoid all animal products, making them accessible to people with dairy allergies or vegan diets. The costs would certainly be higher, but I felt strongly that this was important. I wouldn’t do it any other way.
As we waved goodbye from our little hybrid spaceship to head towards the ocean, I turned up the music, rolled down the window, and leaned my head against the B-Pillar of the car to feel the sunshine on my face. My eyes closed, the wind whipping through my long hair, and I let my mind just wander. “What if???”