Girls of the evening!?  Now that's an interesting turn of phrase!

-jc


On Wednesday, January 15, 2003, at 07:21  AM, Rudy Christian wrote:

> Okay, I guess I will wade in here and expose myself too.
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> In the 1970’s we lived in Akron (OH) and I worked as a plant engineer 
> inBarberton. It actually was a histoinspirational job involving 
> remodeling and updating an early 20th century vitreous tile factory 
> into a modern electronics manufacturing facility with slicky offices, 
> but that’s not my cow story.
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> Being a plant engineer, and in my twenties, meant many evenings and 
> weekends were spend decompressing with friends who mutually enjoyed 
> various forms of recreation. One friend was also one of my PE 
> department employees and lived in an old stone farmhouse owned by the 
> Himmelwright family. They were hardcore dairy farmers that pastured 
> several farms they had bought up when milk prices were down and 
> insurance was up. The farmhouse Kenny lived in was the original 
> farmstead, but the old stone farmhouse was never updated beyond some 
> rudimentary knob and tube and the typical back porch kitchen retrofit. 
> It was a great place to hang out and party with plenty of bedrooms and 
> a huge fireplace in a living room with a world class sag in the floor. 
> Bliss, to say the least.
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> Unfortunately the Himmelwrights weren’t too big on keeping their 
> fences and gates mended. When the sun set the girls (mostlyHolsteins) 
> would find their way down the barn lane and into the farmhouse yard. 
> Usually this wasn’t much of a problem, if it was warm weather. They 
> would just mow the yard and peruse the orchard and generally cause no 
> harm other than scaring the begeebies out of young girls on their way 
> back from the outhouse. In winter it was a little bit more 
> problematic. When it was time to head home, the uneducated (in 
> wandering cow antics) guests would get to their cars to find the side 
> door mirrors all wacked out of position. It was only when they found 
> their hands covered with great globs of cow slobber that they realized 
> the girls had found the road salt irresistible. But that’s not really 
> my cow story.
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> One evening Kenny brought his brand new (nice condition used) Harley 
> Davidson out to the farm. Realizing it was an easy target for the 
> bovine marauders, he decided to put the bike in the old carriage shed. 
> Kenny had decided he was smarter than the girls of the evening. Much 
> was his sorrow and surprise (and great was our difficulty to not laugh 
> hysterically) when he found in the morning that the cows had decided 
> to nudge the door open (obviously old hat to them) and spend the night 
> in the carriage house….….on top of Kenny’s now very distorted and cow 
> flop covered Harley. So much for trying to out smart a cow.
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> Rudy
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