ONE mellow Friday evening a little while back, right after candle lighting, I was taking a walk. It was still a wintry and snowy time, but on that particular evening there was an elusive sense of spring in the air. I was walking back home with a sense of purpose when suddenly I heard a familiar sound in the distance. A lovely sing song sound floating on the air giving me an immediate sense of sonorous pleasure. Could it be? And in March?
I hadn’t heard this delightful chime in quite a few years. But there it was coming closer and closer, louder and louder. It was unmistakable, the metallic, tinny, bell-like high note sound of the wind-up music chime box coming out of a megaphone speaker. The sound of the ice cream truck jingle-tinkle.