I live pretty far out in the country. Out in the woods. Right now I can hear the bells and chimes of an old-fashioned Ice Cream Truck making his rounds up and down our long and winding road. I cannot imagine that this Ice Cream Truck is going to get any business out here, as most of the people on this hill are older...retired...(well, you get the picture)
But, as we can all remember, as kids growing up with a daily or weekly Ice Cream Truck cruising our neighborhoods, it is a quaint sound, a melody of good times gone bye.