I am SO OLD . . . (How old are you, pschearer?) . . . I am so old that I remember being awakened at age three by the clip-clop and rattle-rattle of a horse-drawn milk delivery wagon in Philadelphia. And I remember the pleasure of licking the butter-fat from the lid of the un-homogenized-milk bottle (yes, I said milk BOTTLE).
I am SO OLD . . . (How old are you, pschearer?) . . . I am so old that I remember being awakened at age three by the clip-clop and rattle-rattle of a horse-drawn milk delivery wagon in Philadelphia. And I remember the pleasure of licking the butter-fat from the lid of the un-homogenized-milk bottle (yes, I said milk BOTTLE).