An ice cream truck at Harlyn Bay beach in Cornwall got more than it bargained for when it was swept out to sea by a rogue wave with a sweet tooth. The truck, known as the Kelly Whip, had been ...

Growing up in suburban Riverside, Conn., he’d race toward the siren song. The ice cream truck was coming. In the sea of sweaty half-pints elbowing to place orders, Van Leeuwen always took his time.

Excited children run through parks and race down blocks to get cones, bars and soft serve on sweltering summer days as the sound of the iconic jingle gets louder and the ice cream truck nears.