Maserati Milkman Memories
Aug 5
1 min read
The skies of Delaware and brilliant lensmen like Dave Rhoten never fail to bring me great joy!
I was chatting with a colleague the other day and somehow we got to childhood memories. She grew up in a suburb of Philadelphia and I in a suburb of Boston.
Oh wait: I just remembered how these memories came up. A woman bought a vintage figurine that had little holes in the top of it. That got me to remembering the spritzer bottle like the one below that my mother used to use for ironing Daddy's dress shirts.
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