jhm47
True BYH Addict
A story that my 99 year old father told me: When he was young, he had to walk to school each day. It was about a 2 mile hike (no--not uphill both ways), and the neighbors had a huge Holstein bull with horns that would follow him along the road and bellow. Luckily the fence kept him in check while my dad was walking along. Dad had to hide and walk in the opposite ditch while the bull raged along the fence. One day, the bull smashed through the fence and attacked a car on the road. It happened to be the rural mailman's car, and the bull stuck one of his horns through the back door. END OF BULL! The postal service made sure that the bull was disposed of for the safety of the mailman. Question: Why was the mailman's life more valuable than my (then little boy) dad's???