They’re back on land!
Oh I went for a walk and I walked around the block
And I walked right into a donut shop…
Oh no. Already? It’s the ice cream truck, with its endless, scratchy loop of a song my dad used to sing to us when we were little. Of course there are no words—the truck just blares the melody out on its tinny loudspeaker. Over and over again. All day. But I can’t stop the words from running through my head.
There’s a park beside the boat yard here in Titusville where we’re getting Monark ready to leave for the summer. Sometimes, the ice cream van comes hopefully into the boat yard—surely boaters are just big kids. It passes directly below the bow of our boat—
I picked a donut out of the grease
And I handed the lady a five-cent piece.
We get a brief respite from the song as…
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