The Ice Cream Man
Wednesday, May 17th, 2017
When I was around six or seven the ice cream man would come in his white truck with the chimes ringing out — a signal for the children to come with their nickels and dimes to buy ice cream. I would hang back because there were no nickels and dimes to be had at my house. One day the ice cream man...
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