Ah, summer! Can you feel it? It is close. Pretty soon schools will be out of session and the creepy bells of the ice cream truck will echo along the streets of the neighborhood. Yeah, I said creepy. There is something eerie and haunting about that chimey song.
Growing up, we lived on a dead end street. There were two other houses with kids roughly me and my brothers’ age on the block. We didn’t get a lot of action from the neighborhood ice cream trucks. Womp, womp. Fear not though, our house was never lacking of Flintstone Push-Pops or Fudgesicles. [Read more…]