The alarm would ring at 5:30 AM, waking me from a sound sleep. It was still dark but the quiet night was in the process of giving way to the sounds of morning. The birds began to chirp at about the same time and I imagined that my alarm clock had awakened them too. A short while later whistles from the steel and glass factories that surrounded our neighborhood sounded in the distance ending the night shift and calling the early morning shift to work.
Before long the Diamond Dairy milkman and the Omar Bakery bread man would be making their rounds delivering the daily staples of bread and milk from their odd shaped and colorful trucks. The milk bottles would clink together as the empties were carted away and replaced with the daily allotment of cold milk and the occasional pint of cottage cheese or pound of butter.
Little did I real