I was just sitting on my couch minding my own business, watching t.v. for inspiration for a new post. All of a sudden I started hearing some unusual music. I (reluctantly) muted the t.v. and listened more closely. Then I realized it was the ice cream truck. Ah, the memories that brought back.
Growing up on the farm, out in the middle of nowhere, we always looked forward to the dog days of summer. It would be so hot and dusty that we wouldn’t even want to play. Hide-and-go-seek is really lame when no one will leave the shade. But then, way off in the distance we’d hear the ice cream truck coming down the long gravel road, 50 kms away from the closest town, where the houses were a half mile apart, and not all of them had children and even if they did they were most likely away on vacation. Still the ice cream truck would show up at least once every summer. I’m certain it must have been a very lucrative route. To this day I still feel sorry for the kids who had to ride their bicycles 5 kms to the local "corner" store to buy their ice cream from some weird bald guy named Harold.
After I recovered from my stroll down memory lane, I realized the ice cream truck that was going by my house in real life, was now long gone. I didn’t really mind though because I no longer eat ice cream. It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just that I read a book once that said refined carbohydrates are bad for you and I believed it. I wish they would have a peperoni-and-cheese-stick truck that drove around the neighbourhoods in the city. That’s the kind of junk food that I can really go for.
Even better than that would be a Blue Beaver Beer truck. I think that’s technically illegal though. Damn lawmaker people.