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  • Writer's pictureShelby Brown

Good Humor Man

As I made change for an elderly couple,

The wife pointed out the metal coin dispenser

Hooked to my belt. She told me a story from

“When we were younger.” She told me about

The “good humor man” selling ice-cream to kids:

Ten cents apiece. She said he had a change belt

Just like mine—collecting payment for icy treats.

The husband said that when the man rang his bell

Children ran, bringing that week’s savings:

Ten cents apiece. The husband shook his head, sighing.

Ice cream treats cost over three dollars now, he said.

I looked back down at the change I was making.

I compared the twenty-dollar-bill he’d handed me

To ten-cent ice creams they had as kids.

I saw what a twenty used to be.

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