Ohm lord! This will date me. When I was a cub scout our troop took a trip to Cleveland to catch an Indians game. We rode the train up there! Boarded at the Niles depot, and it was a steam locomotive, not a diesel! The peanut vendors at the game would work the aisles with the big aluminum boxes full of freshly roasted peanuts! The aroma was incredible! I got some and they'd use a scoop to fill a small paper bag with warm peanuts in the shell! Ambrosia!bag of roasted salted peanuts with the real Indians logo printed across the front in bold blue and red letters
And there were milkmen who would deliver to your house?
You know, not really. It's just doing it like grandpa did. I just hate to see an entire civilization completely removed from it's roots to the point that it is completely dependant on technology and big business. It's sad.Now that's " Adapt over come and improvise''