I remember the days when I was younger and I was outside playing and sweating and running in and out of the house for water. Mom would tell me come in again for some water and you’re going to stay in.

Now that I’m older I guess she didn’t know about heat stroke and heat exhaustion, so I’ll let her slide on that. The other thing I remember besides running free and having a great time, before all the craziness that’s going on was the ice cream truck.

Those of you that remember it, think back, you’re outside playing, sweating huffing and puffing just caught your third touchdown in the game of 500, then that familiar refrain strums through the 90 degree temps.

Game stops, that tired feeling disappears and a few kids start screaming “hold, hold” or “Ice cream, Ice cream”.

The truck stops, and they line up to get the Rocket Popsicle, Mickey Mouse ice cream, or my favorite the Flintstone push-up.

Now unlike the other kids I had to run in and get money for the truck, sometimes mom said yes, (most of those times was to get her something as well), other times pocket lint was all I had.

When you got that ice cream or that Hug juice you were in heaven, and the worries of catching 2 more touchdowns or being stuck in the house for asking for water were gone. Those were the days. Remember??