A real ice cream truck just cruised through the neighborhood, blaring its gawdawfully cheerful tune entirely too loud.
But I ran to the window with glee and watched it go by.
This is the first time in my life that’s ever happened.
I grew up in the country where they didn’t exist, and then lived in a couple of apartments before I got here.
Now I know he comes on Sunday. I think next week I’ll have cash ready. I can’t pass up the opportunity to buy something from an ice cream truck once.
I chased one down the other day. That music caries much farther than you would expect.
Muuuuuuch farther. Josh ran off and was gone at LEAST half an hour. Even though the music made it sound like it was a block away, if even.
