The picture below brings back several memories for me. This is in one of the stairways down to cellar in my parent's home. As a kid for many years, I used to take my lunch to school in lunch boxes like those on the right of the picture. When I got a little older but was still living at home, I took my lunch to work with me in the black lunch box on the left. And the many milk jugs on the many shelves, my dad used in the fall when he would make gallons upon gallons of apple cider from the apples he grew in his orchard. Fresh, homemade apple cider was a treat. Dad would often sell some; but we, kids, enjoyed it, too.
Getting Hit Below the Belt
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