Author and friend, EEOrme on life, children and Ice Cream Men.
I’ve always liked the Ice Cream man. I like the songs he plays and the memories of childhood they evoke. I even like the little white mail van he drives with pictures of ice cream colorfully pasted on the sides. This is why I was a bit confused when, while walking the dog, I found my son hunkered down behind a garbage can. When I asked him why he was hiding he said,
“The Ice Cream Man eats children and he doesn’t wear pants.” At that moment the offending vendor was busy selling ice cream to other unwary kids.
“How do you know he doesn’t wear pants?” I started with the more easily explained question.
“I snuck up on him once. All he was wearing was a wife beater and a pair of blue boxers.”
“Oh dear!” At that moment a little blond girl walked over and asked Duncan why…
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