Clarence loved buttermilk. When the buttermilk man came around hollering “But-ter-milk. But-ter-milk,” Clarence would wake up and say: “Papa, there’s the buttermilk man!”
Clarence was going on two, and he was a cute kid. He became very much attached to me, and since I was a great admirer of kids we got on wonderfully together. He played an important part in my life.
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