The local ice cream truck is again making it's rounds through this sleepy little southern town. A sure sign that spring is here. I watched yesterday as the truck turned on my street. The neighbor's kids were playing in the yard and immediately dropped what they were doing to go get their mom. They came running back out with dollars in their hands.
The ice cream truck has seen better days though. A generator is strapped to the back bumper to power the freezer. The wheels all seem to have a certain wobble to them as the truck slowly traverses the neighborhood. The audio on the loudspeaker will sometimes quit. I don't think the owner is getting rich.
It does harken back to a gentler, simpler time in my youth though. It was a special treat to manage to talk my mother into giving us some money for an ice cream. I always remember the incredible selection and trying to make up my mind. Maybe, I will just run out to the road this afternoon as the truck arrives. Relive my youth as they say. I always was a nostalgic sort of fool.