Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

of the filler bowls, a sound that always felt more like a heartbeat than a machine. Wayne stood near the head of the line, his blue work shirt already dark with water spots at the elbows. He watched the first full run of the new dented jugs slide toward the automated stainless steel filling valves.

I walked over to the platform, my boots sticking slightly continue reading …