The Sand Dune Dwelling

Gnome of Ice Cream Truck Tunes

and Sticky Hands

You have located The Sand Dune Dwelling Gnome of Ice Cream Truck Tunes and Sticky Hands!

In honor of this sandy, sticky, dune dweller, the gnome of which you have located comes with a very specific quest.

You must email your very own written, visual, or other artwork to berlinfolklore@gmail.com along with a picture of the gnome as validation that you have claimed and secured its little lore gnome body.

Your work will be featured in the subsequent phases of this living art project, further carrying on the local lore!

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A long time ago, before app notifications and food delivery pings, there was a different kind of summons hear in between waves crashing.

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Before every hand held a smartphone, and ear pods cancelled out the sounds of communal beach time, beach goers would listen closely for the jingle of the ice cream truck as it would make its way up and down every ocean side street. As it approached, kids would start asking for money, and despite the hot scorching burns offered to those shoeless feet, they would scurry through the dunes to get in line.

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Do do do do do do – do do do do do do do do dodooo (you heard that, didn’t you?)

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Paint slightly faded. Menu stickers sun-bleached. Freezer humming with promise. A hungover college kid would pull up ready to distribute the best deal in town: ice cream!

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Between those crunchy almond-flavored chocolate pops and the swirly cotton candy melty goodness, dopamine neurons would link up and wink at one another, knowing memories were being made. Sticky naps or a quick dunk of the melted ice cream hands into the ocean would resolve any mess.

Still to this day, though, if you listen closely, you may just hear it again, a warped little song drifting up and down the street, ebbing and flowing like memories of summers past.

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References

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Popsicle. (n.d.). Our story. https://www.popsicle.com/us/en/our-story.html

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Local memory banks.

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