After a summer apprenticeship with Dad and Tom Visser across the street I was ready to work as a paid relief milker at our dairy. It was nice because it gave me money for my motor cycles and later to date and carry me through college. I was in eighth grade when I started. From then on I milked the Friday night shift, Saturday afternoon, Saturday night and Sunday afternoon. Always starting at twelve midnight and noon and often milked with Ed. Some weekends were traded for week nights so I could go camping with friends when I was in high school. It made for long days but I managed.
I had to go out after pen 1 first, the furthest away. The walk seemed to go on forever. Once I walked into a sleeping cow falling over her body awaking her with a start as I was looking out toward the hay barns wondering what could be out there. I was sure Godzilla ruled the night in the back of the dairy when the lights were off. Ed and one of his friends ran up to me one night screaming like Banshees. It startled me so much I swore I would kill him. I never did meet Godzilla. Eventually I got over my fears and learned to enjoy the night skies.