Last Friday was Husband Appreciation Day. Wait! Don't run to your calendars. I was waving my scepter and decreed the holiday myself. To prove my devotion to Bear, alias Mr. Milkman, I even volunteered for dairy duty.
Off we flew at O-dark-thirty into the sleepy villages of the Newport Coast. Well, not exactly villages... Try palatial estates. Bear's Friday route includes mansions on coastal ridges, surrounded by more modest homes that are still valued at over 2 million dollars!
While shagging—a milkman term used to describe a helper—I was looking forward to sharing a sunrise with Bear. Sadly, our sunrise was upstaged by a thick cloud layer that arrived before we did.
One of Bear's deliveries is to a prominent Orange County family. Not far from their property, we have some friends who reside in a multilevel Romanesque home on a northwest facing slope. Their backyard vista includes the Newport Harbor, Catalina, and the Palos Verdes Peninsula.
I was quite impressed with Mr. Milkman! He knows his customers well and makes classy milk-truck-turns. As a personal touch, he carries the morning newspaper up to the porch and props it beside each milk delivery. Only one thing could have made the presentation better: glass milk bottles...
On the way home, we stopped at the Filling Station in Old Orange for a yumcious breakfast. By the time I arrived home, sleep deprivation had set in. How does he do it? So, we both ZZZzzz'd the Day!