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Remember these guys?

What I learned from the Sunday Paper this week.

I remember as a kid running out to the Ice Cream Truck coming down the street on a hot summer day.  My Mother was always a soft touch for my brother and me and would give us enough money for a wonderful treat.

In 1920, Harry Burt found a neater way to sell his mouth-watering but messy chocolate-coated ice cream:  on a stick. 

Soon he took them directly to the streets, dispatching a dozen frosty trucks driven by men in white suits. 

The bells announcing these at-your-door treats quickened young pulses across the country, guaranteeing sweet memories for generations. 

We always had to run.  What if he left before you got there?