The Icee Man Cometh

On October 22, 2007 by Eden M. Kennedy

the icee man cometh

Every Saturday during the soccer games at the park, people push carts with big blocks of ice and jugs of syrup that they whip into giant slushy Dixie cup treats for $1.50. Sometimes they have boxes of mangos that they carve into mango flowers and serve on sticks. All the kids want one.



7 Responses to “The Icee Man Cometh”

  • I wish someone would stroll through my office right now selling mango flowers. I’d buy one without hesitation.

  • Pretty fruit and syrup goodness?

    I want to live in your neighborhood.

  • I SO do not understand why some people are prejudiced against Latinos. Our culture would be so impoverished if we didn’t have raspados, paletas, mangos-on-a-stick.

  • Shit man, I want one. I love mangos. I miss mangos.

  • mmmmmmmmmangos!

  • I recall this from scorching days in the Manhattan neighborhood I lived in — full of Dominican restaurants, shops, and immigrants. There were also guys who’d sit on the tailgate of a pickup full of coconuts and hack the top off with a machete, stick a straw in it, and hand it over for a buck. TROPICANTE!

  • Holy crap; is THAT what that is? I looked quick and was sure it was the cleaning cart from a motel – it sure as hell didn’t look like something I’d want to eat anything off of….