题目内容
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 5yearold boy, I
couldn't 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)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 wouldn't 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(竞争). 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 back porch(门廊). Every so often my son's friends will ask what it is. So I
start telling stories of my boyhood, and of the milkman who brought us friendship along with his milk.
B. to pay for the delivery
C. to satisfy his curiosity
D. to please his mother
B. He was a respectable person.
C. He was treated as a family member.
D. He was fully trusted by the family.
B. It has been driven out of the market.
C. Its service is getting poor.
D. It is forbidden by law.
B. He wanted to tell interesting stories.
C. He needed it for his milk bottles.
D. He planted flowers in it.
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