Nothin’ Like a Sunday Treat
We were charged when we found out our neighborhood has one. I love that dorky music.
Old-fashioned ice cream trucks in demand
Booming business sees growing number of new vendors
ABOARD TRUCK NO. 95 – As music-box tunes tinkle from the white van rolling down Greentree Place in sweltering heat, a man rushes forward, digging into his pocket and scanning the photographic menu.
“I haven’t been to an ice cream truck in 40 years. I have no idea what I want,” says the white-haired man from Massillon. Moments later, he plops a dollar bill on the counter, remembering his childhood favorite.
“How about a Creamsicle?”
Nope. 
Chocolate Eclair Bar for me, please.
Fun | Mr. Bingley | 
August 21, 2005 10:22 am
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Glad to know you have a goal, Sis.
BTW, what song does yours play? When I was growing up (and even later) it was always “Turkey in the Straw”, but our local one here plays “Buttons and Bows”.
Okay, here’s something odd. When I posted the first comment it went through just fine. The second got held up on that “We always hold up first-time commenters page”. I’m curious to see what this one does.
Hmm. You’re just messing with my mind, aren’t you?
Damn, damn, DAMN!!!! EVERY time I get a good idea, there’s always some jacka$$ one popsicle stick ahead of me.
(Keeping you honest and family friendly while commenting? It’s called intelligent design.)
“First time” Ken?
I think MT Blacklist held up the comment because you used the word ‘plays’ Ken, and we all know that that word leads to texass-holdthem.
hahaha, it wouldn’t let me post either, so i had to modify the spelling.
Oh bring on the V-Chip!
ha!
We get the Carnival music loop they talk about in the article.
That “helLO!” is so funny, ’cause the music goes honkhonkhonkhonk right after it, then starts the loop again. It would drive me frickin’ insane if I was in the truck, but it makes me smile when I hear it. Even smiled when I read about it today.
Kinko, Kinko the kid loving clown…
You should have titled the post “Hello Trolley.”
BTW, I HATE that robot voice. It’s not a happy “Hello, nice to see you!” It’s more like some teenager at the mall, petulantly talking back to a slack-jawed peer. “It’s, like, an ice cream truck? What-EVER.”