I was doing a little painting outside the house yesterday and then, at a distance, I heard the skies of Point Pleasant fill with the sound of music. It wasn't Lady Gaga or Katy Perry, but it was getting everybody's attention, especially the kids. I could hear them begging their moms for money, "pleeeeeeeeaaaaaassssse mmoooomm". Please with 8 consecutive 'E's can only mean one thing. The ice cream truck had arrived.