Awwwww! John was our milk man. That’s right I had a milk man growing up. Our service stopped a little over two years ago and if she were home more I am sure my mom would still have him deliver to the house. The convenience of milk delivery for my mom was well worth the price. With my brother home and my obsession with Cinnamon Toast Crunch, milk was like white gold to us. I can still recall the white truck coming to a halt and John(in all white) yelling«Milk MaaaaaaaN!». Then he would knock twice and either ask about school, sports, or just send mom his best. If we weren’t home he would use the cooler or put em just inside the door. Then there were those times he could even convince mom to get some ice cream. Yeah, John was a rad milk man. I wonder if he delivers to the East Bay :)