I'm surprised to see the ice cream truck peddling its treats through Hinsdale this summer.
I vaguely remember an ice cream truck controversy back when Nick and Katie were growing up. I don't recall if parents were worried about kids running into the street, the integrity of the driver or both, but one summer the truck came no more. It wasn't a great loss since our freezer was always stocked with ice cream, push ups or freezies, different colored juices in long plastic wrappings that became popscicle-like when frozen. They came in a big box and were plentiful when there were lots of kids around. They could even have seconds.
Still, there were times before the ban when the magical melody caught the kids' ears. They rushed in for change and rushed back out, eyes wide open as they perused the tempting photos of drumsticks, red, white & blue bullets, chocolate-covered ice cream bars, cookie sandwiches.
They never did figure out the truth: orange creamsicles are the best.
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