The Ice Cream Man

I thought maybe it was because my mom used to tell me scary things about the ice cream man, (she assures me that's not the case), but at any rate the ice cream truck on our loop is a little, well, 'kinda wianky' as Hans might say. He comes tinkling his little jingly melody down our street in the dark at 8:30 every Thursday night, and evidently he's popular with a neighbor two doors down and across the street, because every Thursday night at 8:30 his little melody stops and entertains our block for a few minutes before cruising on by. Fortunately my kids are pretty good sleepers and it doesn't phase em a bit. I couldn't figure out why it bugged me so much, until Trey reminded me of our friendly neighborhood ice cream man in Escondido.

And then I understood. One afternoon in Esco, our neighbor George called across the street that we had to check out the action at the bottom of the hill. Three houses down and across the street, a bunch of guys were walking around  a house; no wait those weren't just guys, they were the SWAT team and they were storming the ice cream man's house! No wonder I'm a little sketched on the midnight ice cream man! Is he casing the neighborhood or what?