When I was a little kid my dad drove a truck for Knudsen Dairy Products. He ate hot Cream of Wheat for breakfast before the sun came up and had hot donuts with a quart of half and half for a mid-morning snack. He was a big burly guy who worked hard slinging milk cases made of hardwood and steel (plastic was at least 15 years off). I was proud that my father was responsible for providing those little cartons of milk that our elementary school pre-heated to lukewarm before serving them at lunch. Sometimes I'd see him making his delivery. Look Dick! Look Jane! See that truck? That's my dad. Beaming smile.
Although he rarely had two days off in a row, the money was good and the taxes were light. It was America in the 1950's and we had our share of the comfortable life.
Happy Fathers Day, to all the hard working dads out there.