Growing up, Sunday meant early church service and Sunday school.
After service there was the trip to the deli and a lunch of ham and rolls.
Dad would make malted milks for us. Packer Games were common.
Grandpa often would visit in the afternoon.
Current times, Sundays are laid back. I don't leave my spiritual side for this day alone.
Boy what I would give to have one of my Dad's malts.