I was a door-to-door milkman in Calgary for a short while, and I’d like to dispel a myth about milkmen.
Not once did a beautiful woman in suburbia meet me at the door in a silk negligee. Not once was I ever invited in for coffee by some buxomy seductress.
The closest I came was when a lady answered the door in her bathrobe and a mouth full of toothpaste.
And because this is a Habs site, I have no problem connecting this story to the Habs. Because one of my milk customers was Doug Risebrough, ex-feisty seventies and early-eighties Hab, and during the time he and his wife and kids were drinking my milk, was GM for the Calgary Flames.
Risebrough was never there when I delivered his milk, but his wife was. And they left me a tip at Christmas.
They lived in a nice house in suburbia in northwest Calgary, with a view of downtown and the Olympic ski jump, in case you’re interested.