![]() Some years ago the sign came down, followed by the house. As long as someone wanted ice, there was no reason not to keep selling it. I imagined that over many years the iceman had come to feel this was his town and to know his people. ![]() But it was part of the town, walking distance from everything you needed. ![]() So his story was left to my imagination, and one notion that passed through my mind on those silent nights was whether an iceman might remain in business longer in a small place like Morristown.Ĭoal Avenue, as the name suggests, wasn’t the fanciest address. At the corner of Coal Avenue I passed an old wooden house with a sign that said “Ice.” I didn’t know the man who owned it, but I found it intriguing that this would remain a commercially viable commodity some years after most folks had traded in their ice boxes for refrigerators.Īfter I suggested one of our local columnists interview the iceman, she reported that he had politely declined. ![]()
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