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That’s a lesson.

“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.” mr. franklin’s milking moment

When the buzzer sounded, his total was pitiful: one-quarter cup. He came in dead last. But as he stood up, covered in sweat and a single streak of manure on his elbow, he raised the tiny bucket like a trophy. That’s a lesson

The crowd erupted. Not in mockery, but in genuine, roaring affection. ” Franklin told me later

“You know,” he panted into the microphone, “I’ve taught the Industrial Revolution for thirty years. I never understood why farmers walked away from this. Now I do. My back is destroyed.”