WAAAAAAAAIT!!!!
It's summer, it's early evening. You just finished supper and headed back outside to meet with the gang to get in a few more innings when you hear the distant clanging of bells. You scramble back home to grab a quarter or two from Dad and rush back out to catch the Good Humor man as he's passing your house.
Remember the anticipation? Remember the lights and the glow around the truck on a dark summer evening? Remember when the guy would open the freezer door and all that cold air would rush into your face? Remember the money changer on the Good Humor guy's belt? Remember the neighborhood camaraderie as you sat with your friends on the curb and ate your chocolate eclair as the Good Humor man clanged off into the distance? I do....