
Do you still have one of these driving around your neighborhood?
As a child, I wasn’t ever allowed to get ice cream from ice cream trucks…I know, weird…don’t ask. On the other hand, there’s Sweetie, who must have, I think, lived in one. We were visiting friends in Florida recently when he jumped up, wildly shouting, “What’s that?!?” and flew out the door. Seriously, I thought a house was on fire across the street. But no, there he stood, excitedly waiting by the curb, counting his change. SEVERAL minutes later, an ice cream truck appeared. To me, this was akin to a dog’s whistle…only Sweetie heard the ice cream truck’s tinkling, beckoning melody, which was MILES away.