There's no question that the horrendously wow-distorted (and frequency attenuated) recording, played through the klaxon-honky speakers of the classic old ice-cream trucks is deeply imprinted on the minds of many North Americans from their youth - but this quieter and more patient sort of fellow, now much less often seen than when I was a kid, was an even better park-side treat - especially here in southern Ontario - which once had a generously long spring and fall both, and a relatively short and moderate summer.