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Humor me.

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That’s an easy one for me.

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The Good Humor truck song. Music to the ears of every hungry child in the 60’s and 70’s.

I grew up in suburban New Jersey and every summer we had a special bowl filled with change by the back door. When you heard the first far away strains of that distinctive little ditty? You grabbed a handful and ran outside.

My preferred treat?

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The toasted almond bar.

To this day, I crave them… which is a tragedy.

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Sometimes life just isn’t fair. No more toasted almond goodness. Though I discovered I could buy this on eBay….

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But if my favorite treat isn’t available, why bother?

How about you…

What sound from your childhood don’t you hear anymore?

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