National Ice Cream Day

When the Ice Cream Truck Was King

There was a time -- not so long ago -- when the sound of summer wasn’t just birds chirping or sprinklers whirring. It was that high-pitched, carnival-style jingle slowly approaching from blocks away.

Kids would stop mid-game. Parents would fumble for loose change. And from the end of the street, like some sugar-coated parade float, the ice cream truck would roll in with all its glory.

Cones, bomb pops, push-ups, Choco Tacos (RIP 💔) -- the selection was magical. And somehow, everything tasted colder and sweeter when it came from that little white truck with fading paint and a freezer that rattled.

But somewhere along the way … the trucks faded out of sight.

Was it COVID? Rising gas prices? Health code regulations? Or maybe just changing times and shifting neighborhoods? It’s hard to say for sure. Some cities still have them. I’ve seen videos of Mister Softee making a New York comeback. But in many towns, the music has gone quiet.

Still, the memory lives on. Sticky fingers. Melting fudge. That perfect five-minute thrill of chasing joy down the street. And maybe that’s what National Ice Cream Day is really about.

Not just the treat … but the feeling.

Opal

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Tell me: Did the ice cream truck visit your neighborhood growing up? And what was your go-to order?

Drop your memory in the comments and let’s reminisce together.