I remeber fluoroscopes in the shoe store, breaking the red berry and kneading the marjarine to make it yellow, I remember WWII ration stamps, our telephone number was 5 digits long—all our relatives still counted rings—and I remember seeing the milk bottle caps (a small cardboard disc) raised up by the frozen cream in the winter but how many had the milk delivered by horse-drawn wagon in a city of 200,000 or more?

      - Mark