Monday, February 17, 2014

048 :: White Gold.

Today was some kind of holiday. Who cares? It was a day off work.
(Well, sort of.)

You see, the cows still have to be milked, regardless of which ever famous president is having a birthday today. Regardless of whether the stock market is closed, the livestock still need tending.

And so I took pleasure in accompanying the milk man on his run to the dairy to visit my 20th part share of Cow #212, and be of some (dubious) assistance in bringing home the goods to a list of customers, eagerly awaiting delivery of this week's nectar of the gods.

Yes, we are peddlers of raw milk. Real. And. Wholesome.

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