I started to comment on someone’s Father’s Day post featuring a photo of their dad as a young man with, “You’re definitely not the milkman’s kid,” but then self-editing kicked in and I decided not to because A.) While it’s meant as a compliment it’s also kinda snarky and I’m not sure they would have appreciated it and B.) We are rapidly approaching the day, perhaps today, when people younger than myself will not get that reference. I can barely remember our milkman except that he worked for Borden’s and bore a slight resemblance to Ernest Borgnine. He wore a uniform with a black-billed cap and carried a wire basket with bottles of milk in it that he left by our back door. And I don’t ever recall my mother telling me to go outside and play while he was there. So to all the dads, milkmen or otherwise, Happy Father’s Day!
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LOL … I can remember the milkman leaving jugs of milk (with little cardboard stoppers in them) at our front door. I was very young … but even then, that didn’t seem quite right and somehow a bit weird even to a little kid. It certainly was better than what I saw on “TV” at the time which was the milkman coming into homes to place the jugs of milk in the fridge; maybe I’m old fashion but do others think that is just a bit creepy too!
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