I was a Good Humor man in the summer between my sophomore and junior years in college.
As you probably remember, the ringing bells on the Good Humor truck signal for the waiting customers the arrival of their daily treat to the neighborhood.
One of the towns on my route, Fairlawn, New Jersey, had at that time a noise ordinance that prohibited the ringing of my bells.
The impact of that prohibition should be fairly obvious.
Also, Fairlawn was a suburban community, fairly well off, where a large portion of the middle to upper-middle-class kids went away to summer camp.
Again, the impact.
I’ve had countless jobs since the summer of ’63, many of which reflect the then unseen writing on the walls of Fairlawn: Welcome aboard. Bend over so we can screw you and move on.
