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Whoa, Momma!

Sharon Kennedy Wynne, Tracey Henry and Suzannah DiMarzio

Ice cream, ice cream, I want to scream for ice cream!

As I sit here on this very still summer afternoon. I note that it’s quiet. Too quiet.

Mom_icecreamtruck_2 It takes me a minute to realize where the unsettling noise is not coming from. It’s the absence of the familiar theme song of every good summer afternoon: the sing-song tune of the ice cream truck.

I haven’t seen that truck yet this summer and I miss it. Besides its “Pop Goes the Weasel” soundtrack, I miss the sound of bare feet hitting the floor, running frantically to a piggybank, the tinkle of change on a table and then a loud declaration, “I’m getting a Screwball!” Mom_screwball

I wonder if our ice cream man is taking an extended vacation? Perhaps there’s a shortage of sprinkles. Then I shudder at the thought, Could this be another casualty of the gas crisis? Please say it isn‘t so!!

I can’t imagine this particular summertime treat suddenly gone. Entire happy childhoods hang in the balance! Summer should taste like stale bubblegum at the bottom of a plastic cup of orange sherbet with a side of exhaust fumes. Somehow, a Push-Up just doesn’t taste the same from a home freezer.

Ice Cream Man, wherever you are -- please come back. You are sorely missed.

(And I will even remain in Good Humor if that tinkling of change from the piggybank is replaced by a thud of a checkbook from the fuel surcharge.)

- Suburban Diva

[Last modified: Thursday, May 13, 2010 10:55am]


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