Eight Thousand Gallons of Milk and a Small Blue Ledger

touched the cold plastic of the prototype jug. The little circular dent was smooth under my fingers, a perfect testament to my husband’s practical mind.

To save the dairy, I had to prove the old design worked. I had to show the board that the flat-sided bottles were the only reason we were losing money.

But to do that, I needed to know what Gregory had continue reading …