As I was finishing poem about my thoughts on the current state of this scorching heat. The melodiously sounds of childhood starting ringing throughout our neighborhood. Looking out my side bedroom window was the Mr. Softee truck slowing coming up the side street. Just like a little child I ran downstairs shouting, “The ice cream man is here, the ice cream man is here on our street!!!” My husband thought I had extremely lost my mind to senility. “Come on before he leaves!!” Much to the ice cream driver’s delight was a line of big hearted adults retracing their steps to memory lane. Along with a new neighbor from up the street telling us to hold up the ice cream man. Here she was running with no shoes on to make sure her children can get the ice cream truck experience. Sometimes all it takes to cool off is a double chocolate ice cream with chocolate sprinkles to make your day. Thank you Mr. Softee!!!