The Iceman Cometh . . .

Ice Cream 'Truck'

Remember those days of yore when the ice cream man came down your street in his truck - actually a van - playing some simple children's tune over a loudspeaker to announce his arrival as five or ten kids came running with pocket change for popsicles?

Something like that happened this morning on our street, minus the music, and the truck was not a  van, but merely a cart. Alas, no child came running, either, and the ice cream man soon continued on his not-so-merry way.

There is (as Malcolm Pollack once observed) a sadness under the surface of life . . .