I miss having the milkman even more. We had a milkman well into the 1970s. Ours used to also carry around things like chocolate milk and orange-juice and even cottage-cheese in his little basket, as he came to the door. I’d always be begging my mother (usually to no avail) to buy some chocolate milk.
But nope, haven’t seen a newsboy in ages. Nor a Fuller-Brush Man. Nor a Good-Humor Man. Nor the sight of going down the neighborhood street and seeing all the housewives pinning up their clothes and linens on a clothesline. I don’t even see kids outdoors playing or riding bikes much anymore either.
It's so nice to be appreciated. ;-) My Dad had a dairy farm so if I wasn't in school I was helping deliver milk.