Now that the weather's finally warming up, we hear the faint tinkly song of the ice cream truck almost every afternoon. But it never comes down our little street. Today, it finally did, and the kid-at-heart in our family eagerly flagged it down. I don't remember the Good Humor Man of my childhood ever wearing a tank top and cutoffs. It took my husband quite a while to decide what he wanted.
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