As summer fades

If the the last few days here in Connecticutistan are any indication, summer is on her way out. The day time temps have settled nicely into the mid-70's, with light breezes, which has meant windows open and enjoy the tail end of summer as she cools off. It's been pretty fantastic.

The children in our neighborhood seem to be taking full advantage of these temperate days before they return to school. Today, though, that idyll was destroyed by this:

Not the exact truck but a reasonable facsimile

With our windows open in the late afternoon today, I heard it coming and I wanted to curl up in the fetal position. There is was...the awful screeching of pre-(and crappily) recorded carnival music being blared over a tinny bullhorn-esque device. The music ebbed and flowed like so much raw sewage with the movement of the truck. The dreaded ice cream truck. I'm telling you, the ice cream truck is pretty much like a clown on wheels. It inspires fear and revulsion, plain and simple.

And what it is it about those who pilot these Satanic vehicles? They pretty much fall into two categories: A) mustachioed, overweight men who have no business being near adults, let alone children and 2) your garden variety terrorist. Seriously, check out the pictures of the 'Top 10 Most Wanted Terrorists' and you'll see that at least six of them look far too much like the perv selling red, white and blue 'Bomb' pops (no irony there) out the back of a hammered van to the neighborhood kids. Thankfully, there are few kids on our street and the truck and its musical horror story were soon the way out. All was right in the world again.

It does seem strange, though, that it's only mid-August and it feels like summer is nearly over. It's been too short. Time needs to slow down, my friends, if only for a little while.