In  the summer of 1960, my dad and I left early one morning to travel to a town in New Jersey to pick up ice cream supplies for the two ice cream trucks we had.

I was 6 years old and just a little guy. I had on my large Phillies baseball hat, Phillies tee shirt, Phillies shorts and Converse sneakers.

When we reached the ice cream warehouse, my dad said, “Look son, there’s the breakfast truck.”

Dad ordered a cup of coffee and lit a smoke. He told me to get whatever I wanted.

I was so short I could not see in the truck.  The man put his head out the window and looked down at me and asked me what I wanted.  I looked up at him and said “Well what you got?”

Then I looked back at my Dad and he was smiling.  Then I looked back at the man and he asked me again what I wanted.  I said again “Well what you got?”

I looked back at my Dad and he started laughing.  I looked back at the man and he was looking right at me and I said “How about a glazed doughnut?”

Then I said “I need something to drink with this”.  The man said “What can I get you to drink?”  I said “Well what you got?”

Then I said “How about a chocolate milk?”

It was one of those special moments I had with my dad when he was healthy.