Suck it up and say goodbye to door-to-door mail delivery
KAMLOOPS — A few years ago I interviewed a postie about mail service. I told her that when I was a kid, a fresh bottle of milk appeared on our front step every morning.
In cold weather, the cream would rise to the top and freeze, pushing the paper cap an inch or so above the neck of the glass bottle.
In the evening, my mom would stuff some bills into the neck of a clean, empty milk bottle and leave it on the step for the milkman. Nobody ever stole it. If she needed extra milk or cream, she left a note and it would be there the next morning.
Nobody delivers milk to the doorstep any more. We’ve all adjusted to buying it at the super market along with the rest of our groceries. Life goes on.