I remember having a doctor who made house calls into my teens. His last name was Berger, and I joked that my mom should call "Ham" because I wasn't feeling well.

In addition to having seltzer delivered, we also had lox delivered for a time. It was the early '60s and we had a cat that would go crazy when the paper-wrapped fish was put near our door. My dad would get the newspapers (The Daily News and The Mirror) on Saturday night along with a dozen bagels. That was our Sunday breakfast... bagels and lox while fighting who would get the comic section.