In Good Humor
For one summer, I made the people of South Portland dance in the streets.
By Jonathan Irwin
The early morning heat promised a scorcher. Luckily, my truck was waiting for me. I climbed in and checked the coolers: cold and stocked. With a final twist of the volume knob, the mechanical tones of "The Entertainer" announced to the citizens of South Portland I was ready to begin my summer job. I was ready to become an ice cream man.My first customer was working on his car - or, rather, under it. As I waited to cross Broadway, he slid out from underneath the axles. His face, smudged with grease spots, resembled a toddler's after his first Fudgsicle.
