My neighborhood is filthy with ice cream trucks. During the summer, it’s not uncommon to see four to six of them roaming the streets from noon to 8pm. Generally, I don’t have a problem with them. I like ice cream. I also like our Rhode Island favorite, frozen lemonade, which they all sell. What I do have a problem with is the way they announce their presence. It used to be that ice cream trucks would ring a loud bell to call the children to the curb.