Ah, this brings me back to my youth. Other boys on my street had posters of baseball players and girls in bikinis hanging over their beds. But not me. Oh no, my walls were covered in nothing but dairy posters. I had one featuring milk on my door, another talking about the benefits of yogurt over my TV, and one near the window with oranges dreaming of being turned into juice form. But my pride and joy poster hung right over my head at night and was the envy of everyone I knew. That’s right, I’m talking about my free Wisconsin cheese poster. People used to quiz me to see if I really knew my cheeses and boy were they impressed when I could correctly identify over 30 different types. Yep, those were the days.