If you’re not rich yet, you may be too old!
Yup, it’s time to delve into my folder of useless facts I find fascinating. It’s where I get my Tall Tales.
Next time your offspring wonders why they’re not vacationing at Disney World this summer, tell them you’re too old and too poor! Here’s why. The Fabulously Rich crowd is getting younger. How do I know? A company called Spectrem Group conducted a study – surprise! – discovering the average age of the Fabulously Rich is now 47, an 11-year drop in the last five years. Most of these Fabulously Rich didn’t earn it. They inherited it, Spectrem found. If Bernie sees this study, he’ll be convinced it’s time to rethink that inheritance tax.
Next in my pile of potential Tall Tales is the return of the milkman. If you’re under 60, you may not know what I’m talking about. When I was a young sprout in the extremely ancient 1950s, Joe LeMay drove his specially-cooled milk truck from house to house delivering – milk! Mom’d put the empty glass bottles in a steel box on the front stoop (we had stoops back then) and Joe would drive up early. Pick up the empty bottles. Leave fresh milk.
Too young to visualize this Tall Tale? Watch a couple episodes of “I Love Lucy.” She’s got a milkman AND a kid who delivers her groceries!
The milkman is making a comeback because the World Economic Forum – I have no idea who they are – wants to do away with disposable containers. Instead, goods would be delivered in reusable containers. Just like ol’ Joe LeMay. Somebody would pick up your diapers, your shampoo, your milk containers and leave you the new stuff.
This already is being tried in Amsterdam and most of the big, major companies are participating.
Guess what they’re calling this unique approach to eliminating garbage? The Milkman Model! Joe is long gone, of course, but, wherever he is, I’ll bet he’s smiling.
I’ve got a couple more notes in my Idea Folder and I can’t for the life of me figure out how to wrap them into a Tall Tale. On the other hand, this is interesting stuff and, if people are nice enough to stop me at Kroger and tell me something that would be a terrific Tall Tale, who am I to deny them a mention in The Trib?
Baby Seats: One of the spouse’s staff over at Lone Star College System Office at University Park caught herself crying when she got ready to sell her daughter’s infant car seat. It’s an emotional time when you realize your baby is growing up so fast that she doesn’t need a car seat anymore. And then we got to thinking, when did we start needing car seats? In the “olden days,” the infant car seat was the older brother in the back seat who was instructed to hold his squirming baby sister in his lap.
Mailing a Live Chicken: It really happened. Dan DiGregorio, my favorite postal delivery guy who rules over Postal Annex (when Judy lets him) on Northpark in Kingwood, tells me it really happened. A customer boxed up a live chicken, air holes punched appropriately, to be sent to an address in west Houston (I forget where now). I’m not sure I got the story right but it’s a good one.