Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

distance, watching the flat-sided jugs slide toward the automated casing machine.

I pulled a prototype bottle from the rack near the filler. It was the old style, the one my husband had designed with the circular dent in the center of the side panel.

“Look at this, Arthur,” I said, holding the empty jug up to the light. “The circle acts like an accordion.continue reading …