Paleteros still bring a smile to my face, even to this day.

Paleteros still bring a smile to my face, even to this day.

The sound of their little bells echoing down the block was like magic — it lit up the whole neighborhood.

“PALETERO!!! PALETA MAN!!”

We’d sprint to our parents, hoping to get just a few dollars for that frozen joy on a stick.

Times were tough, but if I framed it just right, my pops would slip me a couple of bucks.

Some of my best memories with my baby brother live right here, in these moments.

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