In response to yesterday’s blog about the ice cream man a friend IM’ed me about his experiences as a boy with ice cream man. I make no claims about the accuracy of this information, but he’s a good friend and he swears it is true.

Back in his day, there was an ice cream man with an interesting and let us hope unique business model. He’d make one pass on the neighborhood selling drugs and or weapons ( like knives or brass knuckles ), then make another pass an hour later selling ice cream. Around four in the afternoon it was like “Lord of the Flies” as my friend puts it.

This dovetails with my experiences as a college student, as I tried in vain to buy some ice cream on a hot May afternoon many years back.
sam: I’d like an ice cream sandwich.
Ice cream man: I don’t have any.
sam: Orange flavored push up?
Ice cream man: Sorry.
sam: Nutty buddie?
Ice cream man: I got a real sweet treat for you. Ten bucks.
sam: That’s an awful lot for ice cream.
Ice cream man: This is special.
sam: I don’t think I’m quite special enough for that, thanks.