Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

so they wouldn’t pit,” Wayne said, pointing to the dark sheen on the circular cavity. “Gregory thought they went to the scrap yard in June, but I knew we would need them again.”

He reached past the plates and pulled out one of the freshly blown jugs from the test run we had made with my savings. The plastic was thick, milky white, continue reading …