Back before my vagrant yoot, when I was knee high to a knee, my dad drove a truck for Knudsen Dairy Products. He ate hot Cream of Wheat for breakfast before the sun came up and hot-out-of-the-lard-fryer donuts with a quart of half and half for a mid-morning snack. Dad was a big burly guy who slung milk cases made of hardwood and steel like they were plastic and empty (plastic was at least 15 years off).
TWC was proud that Dad was responsible for providing those little cartons of five cent milk that Del Sure Elementary School was happy to pre-warm to room temperature before serving at lunch.
Sometimes I'd see him making his delivery.....
See the truck?
That's my dad.
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.
These days Dad is 80 and thin. Still cuts his own wood though (and takes care of his invalid wife).
Happy Fathers Day, to all the hard working dads out there.
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