buy an icecream cone from the icecream truck (not a 'shoppe' but the actual truck with the song and everything)

I not a big fan of ice cream now but i was as a kid & i couldn’t wait to hear the tune coming from the ice cream van it’s a great memory.

they gave us all a coupon for a free ice cream. This is a professional job, we have boring grey cubicles, and yet, they know that deep down, we all still want ICE CREAM! yay!

Our ice cream men have always been the stereotypical “Ice Cream Man from Hell” types of people. Never daunted, however, we have devised a game-or strategy-of sorts.

We hunt the ice cream truck like Big Game Safari sport whenever we hear one on the road. It does not matter what we are doing or if we are hungry, it is just something that must be done.

To support this cause, our son will even keep a small envelope of cash marked “ice cream money”—though he has decided he likes the hand dipped ice cream shops with gelato and sorbet more than the truck at this point. Regardless of our preference for the more refined flavors than these carnival-atmosphere type trucks provide, for my family it is not about the food anymore but about the sport.

A keen ear, a keener eye, and a supreme sense of direction combined with a penchant for adventure are all that is required and you, too, can become an “Ice Cream Hunter” (she says in a deep booming emphatic voice). It is all very fun…

You can run but you can’t hide, Ice Cream guy. We’ll take a fudgesicle, two bomb pops, a lemondae, two snow cones, a pickle (if you’ve got’em), and two of those oreo or chocolate chip cookie sandwich type thingies or cones.

I might end up with a weeks worth of bloody ice cream, but by God to come home with the “spoils of war” means we caught him! Besides, it is not proper etiquette to hang an ice cream man’s head on the wall like a game bagged and taxidermied antelope. I wonder if we could trophy mount a softee cone instead?

I probably should have stated that I have actually done this before, countless times as a child in fact, but I don’t think I had in a couple of years so I thought it was at least worth the nostalgic experience.

uh huh

But the trucks are kind of fun. We had them in our old neighborhood and sometimes I’d go out with the kids and a handful of change.

I supposed it’s weird to miss something you never had, but I never really liked the scratchy wobbly music they played over their loudspeakers. I always wished they just had the chiming bells that ice-cream trucks of a previous generation had.

Across the way from where we have “the Box,” our fortified post in the Mojave Desert.

The family who owned the truck, or at least the girls, were Israeli.