when I lived in Staten Island with my aunt and her family (my parents were there too, so I’m not trying to make it sound like I was orphaned), I remember we had a six-pack of milk delivered to the house every morning. Every morning, it was placed outside our doorstep.

Is that not so “Little House on the Prairie”? Yikes, it truly does mean I’m old.

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