Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Ice Cream Truck

I was out doing battle with thorny plants in my yard this afternoon, when I was thrilled to hear an ice cream truck. When I was a little girl in Massachusetts, the sound of the ice cream truck would send everyone running for home to beg for ten cents so we could buy a push up or fudgicle. Even running on very short legs, we still had time to catch up with the ice cream man who slowly and patiently cruised the neighborhood, trolling for sweet-craving children.

Today's ice cream truck was playing "O Suzannah!", which made sense, followed by "Love Story" (the Ali McGraw/Ryan O'Neal thing) which didn't make any sense at all. The ice cream truck of my youth only played one song, "Pop Goes the Weasel". It was monotonous, but I guess children like the predictability.

I grabbed my camera, and only had enough time to get one shot of the tail end of the speeding ice cream truck. I think the driver is unclear on the ice cream truck concept. Anyway, I'm delighted to live in a place where the ice cream truck comes around in February because when it's summer in Tucson, eating ice cream is too messy.

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