Mr. — Franklin’s Milking Moment

“I thought they wanted my opinion on the county’s new zoning laws,” Franklin told me later, still picking hay out of his cufflinks. “Not my… manual dexterity.”

Then, Mr. Franklin found the rhythm.

He paused, then added with a dry laugh: “I’m putting this on my resume. ‘Adaptable. Milks cows. Not well. But adaptably.’” mr. franklin’s milking moment

“A colleague once told me,” he said quietly, “that you haven’t really taught history until you’ve lived a piece of it. Today, I learned that milk doesn’t come from a carton. It comes from patience, pressure, and a very large, very forgiving animal.” “I thought they wanted my opinion on the