The memory of different goodbyes

When I first got my milk cow, everyone I told chuckled, and usually asked the following question with slightly raised eyebrows: “Have you ever milked a cow before?” I hadn’t. That was back when I was new to ranch life. I grew up in suburban Detroit, and then hopped between New York City, Philadelphia, Portland, Maine, and Minneapolis for most of my twenties. I went from the sounds of sirens and…