Ice cream man! Ice cream man!

Its officially summer. It never fails that the first time the ice cream man comes around my block I'm stuck in my room studying. I could so go for a rocket popsicle right now. Mmmmm...icy goodness.

How things have changed. Back when i was a youngen the ice cream man came on one of those bike carts with bells as the only indication of treats-a-comin, then they got upgraded to the cool van thing playing old time favorites like Frere Jaque or Mary had a little lamb, and now...the cart is playing Mozart. No jokes, the ice cream man is playing Mozart. Faaancy.

Now the ice cream man is gone, and I missed my opportunity because I was telling you losers about it.