The Good Humor Man
“Jingle—Jingle—Jingle—Jingle—Jingle—Jingle.”
“It’s the Good Humor Man!”
We had just eaten dinner and there he was—dressed in white, riding a white tricycle with the white freezer in front containing all the ices and ice creams. And he was jingling his bells for all of us to hear. I ran out of the house with my dime. I got a chocolate ice cream pop covered with milk chocolate. Yum. As usual he always came at just the right time.
Also, during the day, every few days, a truck would come by with rides inside for the kids. I remember it cost 2 cents a ride. Later, it was raised to a nickel.
Those were the days!
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