Sunday, May 4, 2008
Our Very Own Ice Cream Truck
When I picture the idyllic Leave it to Beaver suburbs of the 1950's they always come complete with an ice cream truck. I did not think there were any left in existence until this morning when we heard very loud music coming from down our street. It sounded like circus music and we looked around to see the source when a gigantic ice cream truck just how I'd always imagined pulled into view! It stopped by the mailboxes to serve some children and I was surprised to see my thirty something pharmacist neighbour come around the corner, embarrassed at being caught first in line! If I wasn't still on this silly diet I would have ran to beat her there!