I’m the Ice Cream Truck, Stop Me When I’m Passing By

We were talking not long ago about ice cream trucks, and we heard from Robin Winston, who wrote to us and said,

I was about three years old, and the then ubiquitous ice cream truck frequently drove through our neighborhood, and it was always playing some cheery song or other.

And Robin says that her mother, who was then in her early 20s, didn’t want to be nagged about ice cream.

And so Robin says, whenever we heard those dulcet tones approaching, she told me, oh, listen, it’s the music truck. The nice man drives around playing music for everybody.

Isn’t that brilliant?

Yeah, she’s not the only one who emailed us about that. Other parents had the same brilliant idea.

Yeah, Robin says, imagine my surprise and delight when at age five I was playing at a friend’s house near home and learned that the driver of the music truck also sold ice cream. Eyes were opened that day.

I don’t know. I might be scarred for life. You didn’t tell me there was ice cream.

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