Summers, growing up on Elm St., and our kick-ball "field" on Hasbrouck Blvd., would become magical when we'd hear the jingling of those bells, signaling the arrival of our favorite Ice Cream Man, arriving in his roofless, white truck, Good Humor, emblazoned on its side. In his starched white uniform and billed cap, with his money-changer hanging on his belt, he'd take our orders, and, seemingly without looking, swing open the square insulated doors, reach in, and pull out our favorite treat. for .25$ cents or less, we'd savor every bite of a chocolate covered vanilla cone or strawberry sundae.
I can still hear those bells, jangling on a hot July day...
...then, there was the legendary T&W, in Ridgewood, NJ, right across from the Duck Pond, the dessert destination, after a quick burger at The Fireplace, or a family's stop-over on a lazy Sunday afternoon.
...but, thankfully, we still have our favorite soft ice cream haven, still going strong, Dairy Queen, the after-sports-victory destination, still thriving in Wyckoff and Montvale.
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