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.
