Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

I asked.

“Two more cases lost on Highway 12,” Robert said. He shook his head. “And that is a freshly paved road. They just split right down the side seam, soaking the cheese crates underneath them.”

I leaned against the side of his truck. “Did you write up the damage report for the office?”

“I started to,” Robert said. He lowered his continue reading …