Ice Cream Man
A few weeks back my girlfriend and I were enjoying a great brunch at the Waterstreet Grille (W. Ninth St.) - pancakes and bacon for everyone with a few Mimosas on the side. West Ninth Street has turned into a beautiful neighborhood with all the amenitites that Downtown living should afford the masses - a dry-cleaners, the neighborhood grocery, clothing stores, beauty salons and all the restaurants and bars one could ever want. On this particular Saturday we people watched (again, while drinking Mimosas) and had a great time.
What struck me as odd was the misplaced music that usually precedes the arrival of the near extinct Ice Cream man. Both of us looked a bit perplexed by the music but sure enough an ice cream truck made its way down W. Ninth Street - there were a number of street patrons who were shocked at this scene but after a few moments - someone decided to wave down the ice cream truck and a number of us (I am sure) were reminded of our childhood while enjoying an orange push-up. It is a small example, in my mind, of a rejuvenated downtown. Where the numbers of residents are rising to the point that the Ice Cream Man sees opportunity to make a few shekels and we who live downtown get to feel like we have established a real neighborhood.
