As I read Corky's bio, it brought back a wonderful memory of growing up in Wheatland. In '66 we moved out to the country and we were one of Jim Sullivan's milk customers. Jim would come to our house at about 6 a.m., walk in (door always unlocked of course) and put our milk in our refrigerator! Sometimes we'd be up and we'd chat, or sometimes we'd miss him and just open the refrigerator and know that our milkman had come. As our chickens got prolific, we'd tell Jim to grab a dozen to take home periodically. My kids could only exclaim 'you're kidding!' when I shared this story. I'm afraid their disbelief started with 'you left the door unlocked?!' Ah, the good old days.
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