A Nickel’s Worth of Ice Cream

One of the scariest experiences I had as a military brat involved the ice cream man, my bicycle, and a nickel. The seductive serenade of the ice cream man’s music blasted over a public address system mounted on his truck’s roof. One large speaker pointed forward with the music mystically announcing, “Here I come, get… Continue reading A Nickel’s Worth of Ice Cream

A Nickel’s Worth of Ice Cream

One of the scariest experiences I had as a military brat involved the ice cream man, my bicycle, and a nickel. The seductive serenade of the ice cream man’s music blasted over a public address system mounted on his truck’s roof. One large speaker pointed forward with the music mystically announcing, “Here I come, get… Continue reading A Nickel’s Worth of Ice Cream