Saturday, November 11, 2006


This afternoon provided an incredible opportunity to witness optimism in action. It's November. It's raining and very very very windy. Yet, we could hear the strains of 'Greenselves' sounding steadily nearer, until eventually the ice cream van pulled up into our cul-de-sac. Yes, that's right. The ice cream van.

I wonder how much business he is doing?


Jessica said...

Greensleeves? On the ice cream van? That's oddly charming.

Far better than the killer clown music from the wildly painted ice cream van that prowls our neighborhood in the summer.

Stuntmother said...

Mmm. Ice cream. See? It's all subliminal.

Social Work Dad said...

The deluded fool actually comes autumn! Mad...quite mad!

Philipp said...

My brother was a man who was selling ice cream for a while, even in a hot climate he didn't make enough to pay the rent, groceries, etc. Of course, a man and van of ice cream is nice.It was nice to have cash every day, but it just wasn't enough, and he worked 10 hours a day at besides.