The Ice Cream Man

Every afternoon, right across the street from the Consulate, one old man used to come and sell ice cream from a little cart.  We used to hear his music and then we would go and buy ice cream. My favourite was the Good Humor bar—coconut flavour. It used to cost only ten cents.  Almost every day I bought one. But in winter the old man did not come.

On the days when I had very little money that ice cream bar became my lunch.
 

 [Source: "The Ice Cream Man" in Sri Chinmoy, My Consulate Years, Agni Press, Jamaica, NY, 1996, p.29.]