Summer

It is memorial day, and it is hot finally, or it was now it looks like we'll have a thunderstorm, but nevermind that, it is hot finally.

On NPR I was listening to i though weekend edition, but I was not and they had a piece on the sounds of summer, where 4 people much better at writing than I described the sounds that reminded of them of summer.  I am not sure if it was part of the assignment or not, but they all talked about sounds from their childhoods.

One lady talked about the sound of the ice cream truck.

That got me thinking,  No one that comes here, likely remembers the ice cream man in and around Carbon County.  However that guy was the coolest ice cream man ever.  He had a big van, huge, like ambulance sized, and in it was everything you needed to have a ice cream parlor.  You want soft serve, check, you want softserve dipped in chocolate, made right at your front yard, he had it.  He had all the premade stuff that other icecream men have, but i never got those.

What i liked, dreamed, of and still long for are his shakes.  That was sweet, he would make a shake right there curb side.  That was awesome.

When i think of the icecream man i think of him, and his music and big old van.