There I was, swimming around, minding my own business….
I remember this.
It reminded me of us little kids waiting for the driver to take his carry basket of milk bottles up to the back door when we would jump out from hiding and steat some chunks of ice from the truck on those hot July summer mornings. yes i I know, criminals, future “free shit army“ socialists! Look at us now: the elders of the world’s greatest empire handed to us on a silver platter, now in steep decline. All for a few chips of stolen ice...I remember this.
b4 that, it was horse and wagon.
I remember them, too.
the bottles with the cardboard lids that rose in the winter when the milk froze, and the cream froze faster..
and the guy walking the sidewalks ringing a bell.
he was sharpener.
knives, scissors, axes, anything that needed sharpening
cool hand jed?It reminded me of us little kids waiting for the driver to take his carry basket of milk bottles up to the back door when we would jump out from hiding and steat some chunks of ice from the truck on those hot July summer mornings. yes i I know, criminals, future “free shit army“ socialists! Look at us now: the elders of the world’s greatest empire handed to us on a silver platter, now in steep decline. All for a few chips of stolen ice...