I’m Like The American Postman
Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night keeps me away from reading Montana History up at the Marias Medical Center here in Shelby & tonight’s NO exception! The motto itself is inscribed on New York’s James Farley Post Office, & I intend to ask Judy to get it inscribed on the front entrance to the Marias Heritage Center! I’ll be up there tonight at 6 to continue with our book, “When Montana and I Were Young: A Frontier Childhood.” We’ll find out this evening what all was involved in milking the cows on the wild & wooly western frontier. I’ve always wondered if chocolate milk comes out of BROWN cows. We’ll find out more tonight during Montana History at the Heritage.