My Life In Brooklyn

In the five years spent living here one huge annoyance factor for me has been the Mr. Softee truck making the rounds.  Not once per day, but a dozen times or more.  Mr. Softee has been, by far, the worst though that truck has been supplemented by intermittent visits by two competitors — one that spews a digital version of “The Entertainer” and another seems to have a variety of holiday tunes.

Like everyone else, I am not happy about fuel cost increases, yet in my “glass half full” moments I have also noted the decrease in the number ice cream truck rounds on this block, especially Mr. Softee.  This may be the only positive side effect, but one to note.

A few days after the law change, I carefully watched for Mr. Softee.  I assumed it would be business as usual with the jingle, but no … the driver pulled to the curb and the music went off.  And it didn’t start again until the truck drove away. 

Applause to the Mr. Softee driver!  It does make a difference.

Now, if only something could be done about car alarms and people who constantly lean on their car horn. 

Progress photo from my back yard garden, yesterday.