Burnout, of Dealership Minds…

WHAM … and my head slammed forward one day in 1975. I turned around to see my friend and college classmate Dennis, sitting behind me holding the huge “Dairy 101” textbook and projecting a ninja warrior-like stance. The professor turned around to see where the noise came from, then continued writing with BOTH hands on the board. One hand was drawing a double DNA helix while the other hand was listing the genetic requirements of an exemplary dairy cow. The issue at hand was Dennis and I were graduating seniors at good ole Murray State University and had planned on “coasting” into a cap and gown. Everyone knew dairy 101 was the easiest course on campus and everyone got “A”s — period. READ FULL ARTICLE>>