You did this carefully. There was finesse and timing involved. If you did it too soon she would shake her head and say she didn’t hear any ice cream truck…but wait one minute too late and you couldn’t get there in time. You timed the quest for ice cream money as carefully as you timed a trip to the bathroom during Bonanza.  Timing was everything.

So…you waited and the minute you could hear those bells clearly you made your pitch as earnestly as you could, eyes wide and innocent, fingers crossed behind your back for luck. A few beads of sweat on your forhead didn’t hurt.  Then you rushed out the door and waited with the other lucky kids while the unlucky kids glared at you miserably from the sidelines, or sidled up to you hoping to get  a lick.

When I saw this story in the Boston Globe it brought all of those memories back. Imagine, not an ice cream truck but a coffee truck. Not just any coffee truck but a truck holding artisan roasted coffees, top coffee technologies, and lots and lots of coffee.

A moment of silence please.

The brilliant mind behind this is Bob Weeks. He roasts his own coffee in 6 lb batches at his home. And apparently this is pretty darn good coffee.  He then sells various coffee drinks to a variety of customers who are, no doubt, waiting impatiently for the sound of his truck…

This is so cool.  And best of all? I have my own money now.

“Hey! Stop! Coffee Man!”…….

image:sxc (photoshopped by marye audet)

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