The Ice Cream Man

When I was a kid the jingle of the Ice Cream Mans truck during the Summer months was a joyous sound to my siblings and me.  We would hurriedly scrounge around for 50-75 cents so we could buy a big stick or a red, white and blue Popsicle.  Yes, those were such happy days and every day this week around 3:30 or 4 I hear that familiar jingle here in Phoenix and every day I'm reminded of those blazing hot Summer days as a kid when we would run out to meet the Ice Cream Man; sun burned in our bathing suits and bare feet so that we could get an expensive Popsicle, because it came from a traveling freezer truck.  I guess in Phoenix the Ice Cream Man is a year round job; lucky man!  Who knows maybe sometime in the next several weeks I'll be hot enough to desire one of his expensive frozen treats and run after him in my bare feet burning on the pavement as I wait my turn in line.  Oh, probably not, but it's a fun thought anyway!