The ice cream man

Every afternoon, right across the street from the Consulate, one old man used to come and sell ice cream from a little cart. We used to hear his music and then we would go and buy ice cream. My favourite was the Good Humor bar — coconut flavour. It used to cost only ten cents. Almost every day I bought one. But in winter the old man did not come.

On the days when I had very little money, that ice cream bar became my lunch.