May 21, 1998

THE COW

In the small town of Bolton, Connecticut, I stopped for a short break to use a pay phone to call some friends to give them some idea where I was. The pay phone was in a quick-mart parking lot right next to the road's edge.

A dairy farm was right across the road and the farm's pastures were behind the quick-mart. While I was talking to a friend in Texas, the dairyman was taking the herd across the street to the pastures. There must have been at least two dozen cattle.

One big black dairy cow must have been curious because it had stopped to check me out. The next thing that I knew within a foot of my face was the cow's face and a really large tongue getting ready to give me a slurp. I sort of yelled out to startle the cow and my friend in Texas asked me what I had happened. I told him that I almost got kissed by a cow.