We keep hearing a ice cream truck and then it disappears. John chased it down and make it come back and found me. Isn't this just the cutest? I love the fact that I live on a street that has an ice cream truck. This is a first. But then it is also a first living in a densely populated area, at least since my college days. I guess they never would have driven into our last two cul-de-sac neighborhoods. I commented to our neighbor (on the right) that in my day these ice cream treats were 5 to 15 cents each. He said that in his day the Good Humor truck doubled as a place to buy drugs. I guess that is a difference in age as well as me growing up in rural Wisconsin and him growing up in NYC.