Every Tuesday afternoon in 1990, the Watkins man pulled in to my parents’ driveway in his brown car.
We had a version of the Watkins man (or maybe it was an actual Watkins man - I was really young I don't remember😀) when we lived in Detroit.
We had a version of the Watkins man (or maybe it was an actual Watkins man - I was really young I don't remember😀) when we lived in Detroit.