Saturday, January 3, 2009
A Vermont Story
It's done! And though, at Staples, after they'd photocopied my thumbnail page, I paid for it and started to walk out, all happified, when I realized that I'd forgotten to have them photocopy the proposal pages, I remain relatively sane.
So, I thought I'd commemorate the occasion with a little Vermont story.
I used to commute from home to Richford, for about five years. There was one stop sign in the 26 miles and a it was a lovely commute. But, because I was usually on the road around 5 a.m., I often had to stop and wait for cows crossing the road. I liked that. It also frequently occurred on the way home.
One afternoon, I came upon a loose cow in the road. And it was just over the top of the hill near the farmhouse. I slammed on my brakes, put my blinkers on, leapt out and raced to the house. As I came around the corner, the farmer was walking up from the barn.
"Quick!" I hollered, "You've got a cow in the road!"
"Which one?", he yelled, walking faster and grinning.
As I instinctively started to look back, I caught myself. I looked at him, grinned, and said, "A black and white one."