[flaglady47]

When the ice cream truck came through our quiet suburban neighborhood, playing its song (which was more like a circus song back then), all of the neighborhood kids, including myself, first ran into our house to get a few coins for an ice cream bar or cone, and then ran out of the house as fast as we could to get to the ice cream truck before it drove on. I don’t understand why anyone would get so bent out of shape. The trucks didn’t stay that long in a neighborhood, and then they were gone for the day. Maybe it’s different now.

[autumnraine]

Now, it’s no coinage to buy them. Ran across an ice cream in a neighboring town (they are banned in my city) and decided to get myself and my kids an ice cream. For me and four kids it was just over $20. Some even take visa/mastercard!

[PeteB570]

See my post # 28. Man, it only comes through once and I better be listening close. My daughter keeps $1.25 just inside the garage door so she doesn’t have to waste time tracking down money.

[Imnidiot]

Any time we heard the ice cream truck drive by, my wife and I would say that the “Music Man” is driving by. Wasn’t that nice of him to share that music with us?
Once our kids hit 9 or 10 and they had talked with their friends, they were a bit perturbed that they had unknowingly missed out on years of ice cream.

[Peet]

Maybe it’s different now.

You may have missed this in the original posting (the part quoted above):

According to Andrews, “residents’ peace and quiet is disrupted by a constant procession of trucks playing various songs at high volume levels” and “can be heard throughout the day and into the evening hours for several blocks.”

That would mean that after one drives off and my nightshift-workin' a** starts to drift off to sleep, another arrives...