Poems and Thoughts    by Frank Maurer

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Frank the Milkman. Twice a week, Frank, the milkman, would back his truck into our long driveway. Bottles would clink and an array of milk would appear. Used bottles were exchanged and off he would go. One day, Frank asked my mother if I might ride with him on his route. I had shown interest as a young boy and was thus rewarded. What a wonderful trip through my neighborhood in a MILK TRUCK! I will always remember how Frank, the milkman, Had fulfilled a little boy's dream-- To ride and deliver things in a milk truck! Frank Maurer 25 December 2022 1945 Hours