The Milkman

I was born loving the taste of ice cream, chocolate milk and milkshakes. I owe it all to my Dad. He was a milkman from 1945, when he came home from WW II, until he retired in 1990. My dad sold milk, buttermilk, chocolate milk, eggs, cream, cheese, butter and yogurt. In the early years he did the deliveries using a bicycle. In the sixties he bought a Volkswagen Transporter (T series).

Last Saturday, when we were cleaning out my parents’ house, we found an old milk container. I took it home as a souvenir, a tribute to my Dad.

Mr. Bowie fell in love immediately. I guess he was expecting a refill with cat milk. If it was up to me, it would be a chocolate milk refill.

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