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Milk in glass bottles from a family-owned dairy just 100 miles away? We’re not buying it. No, no. When choosing our cereal or cookie accompaniment, we don’t listen to no kangaroos and we don’t take suggestions from a guy named Ernest and his imaginary friend Vern. Know what we mean? We suppose you’re going to tell us that the dairy is just down I-40 in Wildersville, Tenn.? That the glass bottle and short commute keep the milk colder and fresher? That buying local food as opposed to stuff that travels an average of 1,500 miles, like most of what’s in our fridge, is good for our health, Tennessee farmers and, don’t say it, the environment? Switch from omnivore to localvore? Now you’re just making up words. And you can keep your deposit on the bottle.