The Iceman Cometh Not

Nor does the Breadman, the Insurance man, the Watkins man, the Milkman, the Vegetable man, the Frozen Food man, the Cooks Coffee man, nor any of the various others who used to pay regular household visits.  During the years of my childhood, we did not have a telephone, and my mother was not a social butterfly by any stretch of the imagination.  However, she was a go-to kind of person for the ladies in the neighborhood, and it was a regular occurrence for one or the other of the women to drop in and sit and talk during the afternoon hours.  Most of them did not drive, so they walked to our house, from upstreet or from  down the River Road. 
   We have advanced to  telephone, Facebook, email, Blogging, and of course automobile travel, but communication is almost non-existent. Gone the way of the Iceman......