150:366 - Anticipation

Every day, ALL SUMMER LONG, the ice cream truck drives up and down our block. Over and over. Like, 3 times a day. And EVERY time it drives by, you can hear the jingle it plays from blocks away. The neighborhood kids are like flies to honey: they stop whatever game they are playing and run to the curb to catch a glipse of the truck and to give the driver a wave.