Where the new hotel is going up on hallowed ground (Back Forty and the Pit), there was a Michoacana helados guy. He and the flagman were engaged in conversation whenever there was no traffic. The paleta guy must station himself there all day, ready for breaks and lunch hour. His cart was hand-pushed. Last week we saw our first one modified to be a tricycle. I found "El paletero"--the lyric from a song?