You know it’s officially summer when you see the Mr. Softee truck…and next to Central Park no less.
When I was about 4 years old, my grandmother used to babysit my sister and me during the day while my mother was at work. I fondly recall sitting curbside daily around 2PM with the jingle of some change in my hand, waiting for that ice cream truck.
My favorite was chocolate with jimmies. How about you?