Amin n'rangwa edanea
Yep that’s right boys and girls it’s time to have a very frank and odd conversation about the Ice Cream Man.
Don’t expect much out of this post for the ice cream man. I’m going to be brutally honest. When I was a kid the sound of the ice cream man would make every kid hop on a bike and go speeding around the neighborhood to find him. I spoke with my wife and she tells me the same thing occurred in her neighborhood. I have talked with friends and they confirm it was the same with them. So far so good right… I’m going to break down what the ice cream man meant to me… This may not have been the case with you… and I vetted the ice cream man my kids used he was on the level. The Mr. Softee guy loved us so much he once parked in our driveway… I Have pictures someplace.
When I was a kid though… it was different. From ages… I can get on my bike until, maybe age 12 it was all about the ice cream, or the snowcone… maybe a milkshake. Around that age some of the older kids in a grand right of passage let us younger kids know that the Ice Cream Man in our neighbor hood was also a great source for contraband… Things my Mom would not have approved of. My very first non ice cream purchase took place in a casual 12 yr old manner…. in a real quiet whisper while glancing all over the place for adults… “I want to buy some Firecrackers”. and not to be punny but BAM I had a pack of firecrackers… Amazing!!! Hey I was 12 that was an amazing moment for me. That first purchase was followed by more… Helicopters, jumping jacks, bottlerockets and roman candles. Eventually M80’s and well I’m not sure on some statue of limitations so we shall skip what I did with those. I used the Smaller stuff destroyed model planes and Lego creations (Yes Son those burn marks on some Legos I gave you were suspicious, now you know). I Asked my older cousin if his ice cream man did this stuff he said no and would come to buy from mine.
Still later in my relationship with the ice cream man there were the following possibilities. Drugs, Pot I know he sold, not something I ever had an interest in still dont.. smells awful. He sold it though right out of the bell ringing ice cream truck with all the children at play signs. If he had other drugs then I dont know… thinking back I’m sure he did cause we had a few adults pretty excited to see the ice cream man. He also sold beer and other alcohol though my friend and i would chip in for that… once that and fireworks.. that didn’t go well. He sold Playboys and drugs, fireworks, and alcohol. A full stop summer treat in my neighborhood. I just asked my wife… hers wasn’t the contraband man… Sad.
One year he was gone… I wondered what happened, I can guess now (laugh) What about your ice cream man?
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