Townley milk bottle in Oklahoma City – 1990. Got milk? This survivor from a slower, easier time reminds us that stopping at a convenience store on the way home wasn’t always a chance to witness another stick-up. If you stopped here in the late 1930s, chances are the guy at the window knew your kids’ names and had a fresh loaf of whole wheat all sacked up and ready to go with your quart of milk. Could it be that way today? Sure, but it must start with each of us. First, we learn the names of the counterper-son’s kids, then take it from there. It won’t be long before we know one another again. [Page 44]