Can You Tie ’em in a Knot, Can You Tie ’em in Bow?

As I sit hear in my home office, windows open, I hear the ice cream truck approaching for the third time today.¬† The gimmicky version of “Do Your Ears Hang Low” gets louder and louder, until it’s just below my window and I hear a girl yelling¬† the prices of bomb pops to a friend, who has dashed inside to get cash from her mom.

If you had asked me while I was working in an office, far away from residential neighborhoods (and kids with cash, home from school) if the ice cream man still existed, I would have hesitated.

For the daytime, summer, sounds of my neighborhood, to which I am now privvy, I am grateful.

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