After picking up cigarette butts for two days I volunteered to drive a truck. Surprise, I actually ended up with a Military Driver's license and drove a truck daily. I would start the day by getting a load of fresh, hot bread from the Bakery, then meet a friend who was hauling milk, butter and eggs. We would slice open a loaf of warm bread, put a cube of butter in it, and, along with a quart of milk, started a nice new day.
Your Pop was a smart man.
100 posted on 03/27/2013 10:33:24 PM PDT by mylife
(The Roar Of The Masses Could Be Farts)