'El Dorado'. That was the emblazoned name of the ice-cream vendor who trundled his, for it was before the days when it could just as likely be her, truck into our street back in those summers of my childhood. What a treat, when there was still money sufficient in the family kitty on a Tuesday or Wednesday evening before each Thursday's pay day at the car factory our father worked and earned .most but not all, of the family crust in. As to what seductive, addictive, "trust in me, you need ice-cream" tune that was blasted out... why it escapes me, as I write.
'El Dorado'. That was the emblazoned name of the ice-cream vendor who trundled his, for it was before the days when it could just as likely be her, truck into our street back in those summers of my childhood. What a treat, when there was still money sufficient in the family kitty on a Tuesday or Wednesday evening before each Thursday's pay day at the car factory our father worked and earned .most but not all, of the family crust in. As to what seductive, addictive, "trust in me, you need ice-cream" tune that was blasted out... why it escapes me, as I write.
Cool post Camila, comment always resonant.
Thanks, Rob. ;)