Neighborhood Lemonade Stand: Pouring Drinks and Pouring Over Numbers
By Daddy Ryan and His Girls Steam curled from the sidewalk after a quick drizzle, leaving the street smelling like warm stone and laundry day. Across the small front yard, a bright yellow tablecloth hugged a folding table. Paper cups formed a neat pyramid, a tip jar grinned in the shape of a lemon, and a chalkboard in bubble letters promised: Lemonade — 50¢ per cup — Fresh & Friendly. Ariel…






