Trip down memory lane

Made the comment.
   I am the milkman's son.

True story
  one with a touch of humor.

Dad would leave the house,
  usually around 3 or 4 in the morning.

He would try to stop by the house for lunch,
  route permitting.

One day,
  a neighbor waved him over.

"I don't want to get into your business,
  but I have to warn you.

   Don't see him that much,
    but he looks like a big guy.

Might want to be careful."

Dad smiled,
  and nods his head.

Easy for me to laugh,
  add a spin to the story.

At least he wasn't the mailman.

Reviews

[Corset]

ohmygosh i have forgotten all about those bottles of milk by the front door of grandma's house more fable than memory, but a cute joke even if you tell it on yourself, something folks don't even bat an eye at nowadays, funny to share my biological father... was a carpenter.

[Jon Roggie]

We only had those bottles of milk until we moved from California. Mention it to those who remember, and you see a moment of wistful memory. Also, how many other dad's have had a Secret Service background check performed because of who he is delivering to?

[Corset]

lol, so true, what kept the milk from spoiling I wonder.