I am listening to the delightful sound of the icecream truck that recently discovered my neighborhood. Like Pavlov’s dog, when I heard the peals of the mechanical bells chirping that happy tune, I ran barefoot out the door with a big wad of cash. Dashing across the parking lot, I was the very first customer of the afternoon. As I studied the pictures of frozen treats on the side of the truck, I was transported to a world of wonder, where the biggest decision I had to make was Strawberry Shortcake or Fudge Crunch — 35 years peeled off me like the bills I gleefully forked over to Terrence, my newfound love — my door-to-door ice-cream vendor.
So what if two fancy popsicles and an ice-cream sandwich cost $5.00. Instant joy, time travel, a return to innocence and Terrence’ golden smile: priceless
