Waitin' on the milk run. A little morning sun peeks through a pesky deck of clouds, warming the little Reading Witches Hat at Wycombe, as the Station Agent observes the arrival of an early morning mixed. After assisting with a quick off-load of milk, newspapers and perhaps a commuter or two, the man in charge of this lonely post will be back at his desk, handling a very critical but less glamorous part of his job...meaning the paperwork.
