If you live in Atlanta or Athens and haven’t heard of this tasty treat, then something’s wrong…waaaay wrong. Seeing the vintage looking popsicle carts on the corner on warm days brings nostalgia of hearing the ice cream truck music and begging your parents for change. Instead of running after a slow-moving truck though, I find myself jumping out of the car at stop lights. Recently, the King of Pops had a Field Day around the corner from my place. Carnival-style games and music were everywhere. I tried to take a picture of the frozen goodness…but umm…well…let’s just say it didn’t make it. I did manage to capture the stick though…
