We used to have an ice cream man come each week to our street.
This year he never came, but lo and behold another ice cream truck came the last week of summer break. Boy were we glad to see him! It was hot and muggy and we were stuck indoors. (We were getting our house roof replaced. No playing in our yard for a week as the shingles and nails came raining down.)
Small things like an ice cream treat from the music playing truck makes for a wonderful summer memory.
