I guess I didn't realize that having a milkman is such a novelty these days. It is pretty cool to start out the week with fresh milk, delivered right to the front door. As busy as we are on the weekend, on Monday, as we start the new week, there will be milk for cereal in the morning and fresh cream for the coffee. A couple things have changed over the years, since I remember getting milk delivered to our house when I was growing up. Our milk box is a Coleman-style cooler and it was about a year ago that the bottle caps changed from the foil tops with the little cardboard circles in the middle to the plastic caps we have now. As to whether or not the milkman wears a white suit, Robin, I honestly don't know because I've never seen him! He comes in the dark of night. Once in a while I may wake up at 4 in the morning and hear the bottles clinking as he puts them in the box, and then listen to the truck drive away. But, I have no idea what he looks like, even though I consider him to be one of the most faithful men in my life. He never fails me. He is as constant as the northern star. Every.single.Monday.morning. Even on holidays -- Christmas morning, even!, I know he'll show up! One year, we were remodeling our front porch. The old cement stoop had been torn up, but nothing had been put down to replace it yet. It was just dirt. That Monday morning, the milk box had been dragged from around the corner, put in it's usual spot with three half-gallons of milk. The dairy is fairly close to where we live and a couple of my kids have visited it. They have a newsletter that comes once a month, so we see pictures of the new calves and there are lots of recipes that call for dairy products. The company also delivers cheese, cookie dough, orange juice and some of the best egg nog you've ever tasted at Christmas time. And if you think the milk bottles are cool, get a load of this cute, pudgy, pint-sized half-n-half bottle! I remember growing up when my aunt and uncle lived in Cleveland in a 1940s style house. They had a milk box built into the house, with a door on the outside and one on the inside, in the kitchen. We thought it was the neatest thing. (They also had a laundry shoot, and boy did we have fun throwing things -- and small kids -- down that). When I was growing up and there were four teenagers in our house, we drank milk like there was no tomorrow. My mom used to buy the powdered stuff, mix it up, and cut it into our "real" milk half and half. She really knew how to stretch a dollar and we drank it so fast, we hardly noticed. In my last post, my uncle left a comment about how he and my mom used to walk to the store to buy milk when they were kids. I remember my mom telling me how she remembered a time when things were pretty tight and the family could only afford a bottle of milk which was for the baby. And a little kid stealing the bottle of milk one morning from their doorstep. They watched him running around the corner with it. My grandmother's comment was that he probably needed it more than they did. When I think of that story, my heart just sinks, for those mothers who wonder each day how they will feed their kids. How blessed I am to have milk, in abundance, brought right to my house.