As a little boy growing up in Cincinnati, Mister Softee's song was definitely music to my ears. I would wait all day for that sound. Something about Mister Softee's takes me back. I saw him again in some parts of Cumberland in the seventies but it was the sno-cone man who ruled that town. I only have seen Mister Softee's since in New York. If I heard that sound again, I'd be put there on the side of the road with my money in hand.