The Good Ol’ Days

We always enjoy meeting customers who have a good story to share with us. Today we met Frank, an elderly gentleman who’s Grand mother was born three years after Lincoln’s assassination. It was clear in conversation that Frank is a man of great taste and culture and he tells us when in his childhood, in Southern Italy, the farmer would go to the house and ask if you would like milk. If required, you would hand over the bottle and the goat would fill it up there and then. The romantic in me cannot help visualizing the serenity of the village in the valley, the light tingling of bells as the bearded Farmer and Goat meander over to Frank, eager to quench his thirst on a dry summer afternoon. For a split second I’m in a different world, and then..back to recycling  junk.

Thanks for the moment Frank.

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