I always like to sit and chat with my students before class starts. One particular day, as we visited, a young lady spoke to me.
“Professor Howard, I think I remember you telling us you have a cow that you milk?”
“Yes, Abby, that is correct.”
“Can I come milk your cow? I’m from Los Angeles, and I have hardly seen a cow. I think it would be sad for me to have lived for four months in Idaho and to have not milked one.”
I paused for a moment. I milk my cow twice a day, and it hardly seems like...