Milk Maid Leaving?
The Milk Maid is saying she might have another job, about 90 minutes closer to home.
It may be too early to get all worried about it. She's been working the bar, pulling beers, waving off offers, settling down the rambunctious, and (she does it all) frying up burgers for a reeeeely long time. A smile is never far from her face. Some folks call her mom, and she told me she gave up being mad about it.
"I worry about this place," she told me last night, but it wasn't the place so much as the people who circulate in and out. That sort of loyalty is pretty rare these days. Anywhere.
I wonder what will happen.
When Harriet left the Dog House in May of 1980, Mount St. Helen's erupted.