I remember being the remote control for my dad, before we had remote control. Milk in glass bottles delivered by a cool old guy named Clarence that would drive me around the block in his truck, standing up front open door and all. The helms truck coming around to spoil my appetite. We had to start locking our front door when Richard Ramirez the Nightstalker was roaming around, I never had a key to the front door until then.