Monday, May 06, 2013

Ice Cream Truck Wars


Yeah, that whole idiotic debacle happened right near here, in the town where I was born and grew up. Nothing like a dubious claim to fame. (Warning, this is not all that funny. Letterman needs new writers). 

It is pretty embarrassing that my hometown ended up on Letterman and got their own top ten list because of a turf war among ice cream truck drivers.

*****Yeah, and when our kids were little the ice cream guy who visited our corner...we lived down in the village and commuted here then...was a real nice guy too. Seriously, check that link out if you think small town life is all pastoral and kindly.

When I think of how many times I handed the kids the change in my pocket so they could run up to the corner and buy a Fred Flintstone push-up.

Anyhow, frozen confections aside, when I went out to fill the bird feeders in the fragile frost of dawn, the little rooster the kids brought home from Matt and Lisa's last night was crowing up in the horse barn.

There is something right about a rooster crowing up the morning on the edges of your hearing when you live on a farm.....even if there is something not quite right about your ice cream truck drivers.

4 comments:

Linda said...

Sad.....people can be so sad!

I miss my rooster.....he use to crow when we turned the yard light on at the middle of the night butt check during calving.

Rev. Paul said...

As a child, I thought the rooster crowing before dawn was annoying. Now I miss it.

Cathy said...

Don't want to be a killjoy . . but I hate ice cream trucks. We live in a neighborhood with small lots and many, many kids.
So after a long winter of shut windows . . you open 'em up . . and here (HEAR) comes that da*@ truck blaring Turkey in the Straw . . and a bull-horned synthetic woman's voice shouting "Hull.oh.oh! Hull. oh. oh! "

Give me a morning rooster crowing anytime.

threecollie said...

Linda, this guy is kind of a mixed blessing. He is small so his crow isn't loud or annoying. However, in typical male fashion he is leading the hens places that we would prefer that they did not go.

Rev. Paul, We've had good ones...and awful ones. I was getting worried about the hens sitting on infertile eggs. They are really broody and I was afraid they would starve themselves to death.

Cathy, evidently you have the right of it. I didn't mind the one in the village. The kids were always pretty good about not begging, but then we found out about the driver and his ways.....pretty scary...