The Cows Don’t Care idea came from a moment in the cow pasture during a routine fence repair. A small tree along one of the fence lines had fallen and needed to be removed. I grabbed the chain saw and headed down to cut the tree up in to fireplace sized logs that could be split later. Most of you likely know that cows can be curious, especially if they think food might be involved, so I had a small gathering of onlookers; mostly the young ones but some older ones too. As soon as I fired up the chain saw though, the young mostly scattered to a safe distance and watched from behind the others. One old bull who hadn’t moved since I started just stood there indifferently chewing grass like only old bulls tend to do. As the work moved into the routine category, their curiosity waned and in a short time I was just cutting and stacking wood, enjoying the work on a quiet afternoon. (Yes, yes, I know. Run on sentences and all that. Just bear with me.) The last task was cutting the stump out of the fence. The fence was bent over due to the tree. The twist would have to be repaired later, so I bent down under the overhang and started to cut the stump at the bottom. I’ll stop here and let that sink in. A middle-aged man bent down under a fence with a chain saw cutting out a stump. What could go wrong, right? No, it doesn’t get gross. I’m starting my cut when all of a sudden…a massive bright light and stars. I’m on my hands and knees with a running chainsaw between my legs and I have no memory as to how long I have been there like that. After shutting down the saw I looked up to see the electric wire just above my head. That wire usually runs along the top of the fence, but of course the tree had broken several insulators and it was hanging down in an arc. Apparently, as I was focused on the task I raised up catching the electric wire on my left temple. Now, some of you have encountered electric fencing in the past; some inadvertently, some on a dare and some just pissing in the wind, you know who you are. Anyway, remember the bull from earlier? He likes to push the limits of fencing so the setting on this particular fence is on “medium well”. On my hands and knees, I looked over and saw that he was still standing there chomping away indifferently; Cows Don’t Care, I thought. I could be laying here bleeding out and all he would do is…as this was going through my mind, his tail came up and, well, you know, another pile of bull shit.
Hence how this humble blog came in to being. I will host authors I know and local artists. It should be an eclectic mix of art, musings and humor. My novel and future projects will also be shamelessly promoted.
About me: I live with my wife two dogs and a cat in North Carolina. I have two sons, the oldest graduated from college and is working in logistics. The youngest is still in college as an English Major, so I apologize now for all of the grammatical errors, especially my use of the semi-colon. Very few people understand how it is used, therefore I use and misuse it with abandon. I served in the US Navy and did a stint in the Army National Guard. I worked in local government for many years and now my wife and I own a small business, where, as most small business owners will know, we sit around counting our money. You know, because we can “write it off” on our taxes.