Even though I hate the sound of our ice cream man... the lame, irritating chime, the Christmas songs he played in August... I love the idea of him in the neighborhood. I don't know why. It's like a reminder that we do not have any children that would beg for ice cream money, but I still like it. Maybe it's because I have fond memories of the ice cream truck when I was little and that as much things change, some stay the same.