He told me that his wife had left him and had run off with the milkman.
I found this pretty incredulous, because it sounded like part of an old joke that had been around forever and where do you find a milkman delivering milk door to door anymore?
He said it had happened in the early seventies and that as a result of it, he had stopped using all dairy products and only took artificial creamer in his coffee and never had whipped cream or ice cream with his piece of pie anymore.
I watched him raise his coffee cup to his mouth with both hands and noticed that he still wore a wedding band around his left ring finger and I asked him about it.
"Oh yes," he said, "My wife and I never got divorced, because the milkman was catholic and refused to divorce the mother of his six children and visited her every weekend with two bags of groceries and six bottles of milk."
He drank the last bit of his coffee with clearly visible enjoyment and then he added, with an apologetic smile on his face, "My wife died of a stroke last week and I have been taking real cream in my coffee ever since her funeral and I had forgotten how good it tasted."