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I remember sitting in my grandparents kitchen eating breakfast, and in walked the milk man through the unlocked back door. He opened the fridge, and put in the milk grandma had ordered on his last visit, and he picked up the empties glass milk bottles. He exchanged pleasantries with my grandparents, and my brother and I were introduced.
They had a different man that owned a local farm walk in a deliver the fresh eggs.
Growing up, I never had a house key. We just left the back door unlocked. It was not until I moved away from my parents to become a real adult that I ever had a house key.
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Glen
49 Year member of the Porsche Club of America
1985 911 Carrera; 2017 Macan
1986 El Camino with Fuel Injected 350 Crate Engine
My Motto: I will never be too old to have a happy childhood!
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