My first job at 13 was jumping in and out of a milk truck making deliveries. I told myself, “There is no way in God’s creation that I’m going to be a milkman when I grow up.”
I joined the army. Then, wouldn’t you know it, I married a girl whose dad was a milkman.
When he was diagnosed with Parkinson’s, he said that if I brought his daughter and grandchildren back to Seattle, he’d give me the business. It beat the hell out of getting shot at. I’ve been driving this route for 20 years.
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(WSJ) How A Modern-Day Milkman Spends a Typical Morning
My first job at 13 was jumping in and out of a milk truck making deliveries. I told myself, “There is no way in God’s creation that I’m going to be a milkman when I grow up.”
I joined the army. Then, wouldn’t you know it, I married a girl whose dad was a milkman.
When he was diagnosed with Parkinson’s, he said that if I brought his daughter and grandchildren back to Seattle, he’d give me the business. It beat the hell out of getting shot at. I’ve been driving this route for 20 years.
Read it all.