My Grandfather Was a Milkman (and whole lot more)

I have written before about my paternal grandfather–an Italian immigrant who died a couple of years ago at the age of 103.

Today I want to remember my maternal grandfather.  He passed away about twenty years ago.  He would have been 100 today.  As a neighborhood milkman he was one of the many individuals who cultivated community in the north Jersey town where I grew up.  When my Aunt posted some pictures of him today on Facebook they were met with warm responses from folks who remembered his regular visits and conversations.

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Grandpa Masas