Once again, the local ice cream truck goes by playing "Pop Goes the Weasel" on an endless loop. I pity the driver. Can't they mix the music up a little? We use to occasionally get an ice cream treat from him, when the kids were young.
That got me to thinking about vacations down at the shore when I was young. We'd spend a couple of weeks in Wildwood, NJ. Afternoons at the beach. On the hot beach, the Fudgie man would come by, all dressed in white, calling out "FUDGESICLES!, POPSICLES!, ICE CREAM CONES!". He'd be lugging an over-sized aluminum cooler, with a strap over his shoulder. My father would flag him down to get me a treat. The cold foggy air would escape the cooler as he opened it to get my fudgesicle. Those fudgesicles were great, even when they got sand on them.
Care to share any of your stories?
That got me to thinking about vacations down at the shore when I was young. We'd spend a couple of weeks in Wildwood, NJ. Afternoons at the beach. On the hot beach, the Fudgie man would come by, all dressed in white, calling out "FUDGESICLES!, POPSICLES!, ICE CREAM CONES!". He'd be lugging an over-sized aluminum cooler, with a strap over his shoulder. My father would flag him down to get me a treat. The cold foggy air would escape the cooler as he opened it to get my fudgesicle. Those fudgesicles were great, even when they got sand on them.
Care to share any of your stories?