Ice Cream Man in the Sky

I hear the sound of the ice cream man and his cacophony of sleigh bells echoes inside my head. He rang them with purpose to attract our little child senses. In the hollow of our mind he resides. It takes me back to a simpler time when each life task presented itself in real time not like it is today with the rapidity of a machine gun leaving us numb in its wake. Trying to hold onto a sense of reality leaves many stones unturned. Some we have no choice but to leave them to gather moss.

The ice cream man in the sky will always float endlessly in the hard drive of my memory banks. At least I knew when life wasn’t a whir, double click, boink. I feel sorry for those people that don’t know who Steve McQueen was or think that The Breakfast Club is an old movie.  I may be a dinosaur but I am so glad I knew how Lassie raised her paw at the end of the show. God life was so different then it makes me cry.  The ice cream man in the sky may have passed on to the great beyond but he lives on and on right here with me.