Sherman, set the WABAC machine for 1940—we’re going to Lubbock, Texas to ride in a horse-drawn milk truck and inhale a long-lost aroma.
Wilkerson remembered there was a unique fragrance, perhaps of fresh cream, about the milk wagons.
“It was not a bad smell. I can still kind of smell that after all these years,” he said.
Plus, the horses learned the delivery route and would pull ahead to the next house on their own . . .
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