Until this last long cold winter, we always had TWO ice cream trucks and two Ice cream carts come through our tiny neighborhood from spring through autumn……not all four every single day. but most of them most days.
But though it finally did get warm, I haven’t seen the trucks or heard their music since last year.
One played the tune I always associate with ice cream….
…..and the other, what I finally realised was tinny version of “The Entertainer”…the theme from “The Sting”
BTW…. One of the carts is a sort of bicycle … looks a lot like this one:
But this one is smaller, and has upright sticks in the corners from which hang big clear plastic bags of durritos, fried wheels of transparent wheat flour, into which the vendor will pour some bottled hot sauce and lime juice when sold, if desired.
He honks a little horn as he passes.
The other is a small handcart…. pushed by a tiny, rather elderly man, on foot. I see him all over town.
Until this last long cold winter, we always had TWO ice cream trucks and two Ice cream carts come through our tiny neighborhood from spring through autumn……not all four every single day. but most of them most days.
But though it finally did get warm, I haven’t seen the trucks or heard their music since last year.
One played the tune I always associate with ice cream….
…..and the other, what I finally realised was tinny version of “The Entertainer”…the theme from “The Sting”
BTW…. One of the carts is a sort of bicycle … looks a lot like this one:
But this one is smaller, and has upright sticks in the corners from which hang big clear plastic bags of durritos, fried wheels of transparent wheat flour, into which the vendor will pour some bottled hot sauce and lime juice when sold, if desired.
He honks a little horn as he passes.
The other is a small handcart…. pushed by a tiny, rather elderly man, on foot. I see him all over town.