Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

mold,” I said. “We did fifty drop tests and had zero failures.”

I laid Wayne’s calibration sheet on top of the mortgage warning, showing the red zero stamped in the margin.

“This little dent is the only thing standing between our dairy and bankruptcy,” I said.

Harold looked out the window at the state highway, where a yellow county plow was spreading continue reading …