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:
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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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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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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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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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Arial0000,0000,8080Rudy
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