Remember The Ice Cream Truck

remember the ice cream truck... By Joe Ingino B.A. Psychology Editor/Publisher Central Newspapers ACCOMPLISHED WRITER/AUTHOR OF OVER 800,000 Published Columns in Canada and The United States Remember simpler times.... as a kid waiting for the ice man to come riding that old insulated wagon pulled by good old Charlie. Charlie always appreciating that apple or bucket of water awaiting for him during every visit. Or the times waiting on the milk man. Bringing the order of fresh milk, butter and other goodies. There I would stand holding written order in pencil... Or the knife sharpener... the mailman... The shoe repair man... Oh those were the times. Sun gently caressing my skin.... And who can forget the ICE cream trunk later in the 60’s. That bell that could be heard blocks away. Soon as you would hear it... You run to your mom and hit her up for some cash. Soon as you seen it coming.... You run to the curb awaiting the latest flavor or at the least you favor... as many times they would run out and or sub in a different one. As I sit here looking out my office window. My memories race, to the uncertainties. To the innocence of being a child. My parents sheltering me from all of the world’s ills. Look at today. All those memories enriching my character.... Today instead of the ice cream truck. We await the political truck to roll by. At the local level, many people do not even know who is running until they pull up to your front door and introduce themselves. As voters we are at the will of the National names. Some vote on traditional misconceptions. Others on the color of the party. And yet others don’t even bother voting. Democracy is a word pretty much like love. A mix of interpretations and uses. Everyone has their own take. Depending on the context at the moment. Much like that ice cream truck. We the voters have little memory of what we had. A clear dislike for what we are having, ‘NOTHING’. And hope that this time around the truck will bring us something good and something sweet. Much like children, all we want is to be happy. To feel loved and to love those around you. Our political flavor stems from many ideas, misconceptions and presumption, assumptions that normally are not rooted. We the people can’t be expected to see the bigger picture. We only see the wrapper of the different flavors. Then it is up to us to try them. But like they say. Those that like Vanilla over Strawberry will always go for Vanilla. That sweet taste is why we live in a neapolitan world full of confusion guided by ice cream trucks driven by agenda, propaganda and general self fulfilling interests. Vote - No Vote - Hell it is all ice cream that melt after the election.