Where do I begin? I know that for me, growing up on Long Island, Mister Softee was an indelible part of summer. I can remember swimming all day, or being out in the woods and then seeing the Sun go down. Not long after, or maybe even just before the sun went down you would hear him coming. I say him, because 9 out of 10 times usually it was a guy driving the truck. Seeing him approaching, whether it was a twilight or after dark, gave me mixed emotions. I say this because sometimes, well a lot of the times the truck has this other worldly look to it. Between the headlights and the interior yellow-y garish lights, it was kind of scary to me. Knowing what came along with that truck (soft serve cones, sundaes, and banana splits) quickly vanquished whatever uncertainty I had inside me moments before. I remember the sound of the generator coming, kicking on and off, and a blast of cold air (not unlike walking into a Carvel) emanating from the window of the truck.
Sadly, my children will never experience any of this, that is unless they get the chance to leave the Phoenix area and go to the east coast. I know that some of the things that I grew up with back on Long Island still exist. Many places have changed, and some things aren't even around anymore. You can say that about just about anywhere nowadays though. I guess I'll have to take a trip back there with my family.. ALL of my family and see what there is to see.
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