We all scream, all right

It's not summer, but the past few days have been summer weather here in New England. Going from "why is it still snowing??" to "hand over the frozen lemonade, stat!" is whiplasherrific, but I'm used to it.

Summer weather means ice cream trucks. The usual neighborhood truck has a simple bell that the driver rings only as he enters the apartment complex across the way. I really like that truck. Apparently a new truck has decided to try the neighborhood, and this one plays calliope-style music. I am not pleased.

At least it isn't "Turkey in the Straw", I guess.