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Unit
4 Friends
forever
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A
When
I
was
a
boy
growing
up
in
New
Jersey
in
the
1960s,
we
had
a
milkman
delivering
milk
to
our
doorstep. His
name
was
Mr
Basille. He
wore
a
white
cap
and
drove
a
white
truck. As
a
5-year-old
boy,
I
couldnt
take
my
eyes
off
the
coin
changer
fixed
to
his
belt. He
noticed
this
one
day
during
a
delivery
and
gave
me
a
quarter
out
of
his
coin
changer.
Of
course,
he
delivered
more
than
milk.
There
was
cheese,
eggs
and
so
on. If
we
needed
to
change
our
order,
my
mother
would
pen
a
note—
“Please
add
a
bottle
of
buttermilk
next
delivery”
—and
place
it
in
the
box
along
with
the
empty
bottles. And
then,
the
buttermilk
would
magically
( 魔 术 般 地 )
appear.
All
of
this
was
about
more
than
convenience. There
existed
a
close
relationship
between
families
and
their
milkmen. Mr
Basille
even
had
a
key
to
our
house,
for
those
times
when
it
was
so
cold
outside
that
we
put
the
box
indoors,
so
that
the
milk
wouldnt
freeze. And
I
remember
Mr
Basille
from
time
to
time
taking
a
break
at
our
kitchen
table,
having
a
cup
of
tea
and
telling
stories
about
his
delivery.
There
is
sadly
no
home
milk
delivery
today. Big
companies
allowed
the
production
of
cheaper
milk,
thus
making
it
difficult
for
milkmen
to
compete. Besides,
milk
is
for
sale
everywhere,
and
it
may
just
not
have
been
practical
to
have
a
delivery
service.
Recently,
an
old
milk
box
in
the
countryside
I
saw
brought
back
my
childhood
memories. I
took
it
home
and
planted
it
on
the