I live in a small town called Tomscark, Minnesota. It ain't a big town, but it is what I've

learned to call home. Just south of Fergus Falls, just north of St.

Gold. I want to share something weird about this town that started just a few months after

we moved in, and it has been getting progressively worse. I think I have things under control

as it stands, but I'm not sure, and I think I can use your opinion on this.

My family and I moved here in 2019. I got a job at one of the larger warehouses in the

outskirts of town, biggest refrigerator warehouse in the state. I moved here with my wife Laura

and two daughters Beth and Jane, all the way from Chicago. We all agreed on one thing

where we got here. The entire town looks like something straight out of the 60s.

The town has a long tradition of refrigeration and cold storage. Back in the 60s, the town

reduced a large portion of the milk canisters used by travelling milkmen. You know, the

kind you've seen in the movies. People who would deliver cold milk on the morning

straight to the door. That milk came transported in a Sullivan's canisters in bright orange

and purple letters. They still use the same font, and those milk canisters can be seen

all around town. It's a point of pride. But those days are long gone. There are no milkmen

left in Tom's Cog, but there are a few places that still use the aesthetic as a theme.

There's butamans biscuits on Main Street, along with the Rosemary Sterey and ice cream

stall in the mall. Those places always have someone dressed up as a milkman. The high school

also has a milkman themed mascot, sort of a cowman minotaur thing with a creepy smile.

Beth isn't a fan. We had been here for about six months and got

a knock on the door. We weren't expecting company, and by then we were fairly settled

in. We'd had a fair share of neighbours coming by already. That time was over. Laura

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