2 Cows and a Chicken by Steve Skelton

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  1. John  Day

    John Day said, over 3 years ago

    Another day passes in the life of phone booth hell.

  2. John  Day

    John Day said, over 3 years ago

    Ooh, I have my own comment zone at 2 Cows & a Chicken. I can comment to myself and make all sort of comments and it doesn’t mean an iota to anyone. Maybe it would be a happier world in social media land if everyone had their own exclusive comment zone and nobody knew.

  3. John  Day

    John Day said, over 3 years ago

    Coming up next: What I ate for breakfast and what I’m planning for lunch.

  4. John  Day

    John Day said, over 3 years ago

    Well there they are in the flying phone booth. Where shall they land?
    I am about to eat a peanut butter sandwich on cheap wholewheat bread.

  5. John  Day

    John Day said, over 3 years ago

    Here is a poem that means something to me as a father. There is a bit of concern. Is this a bit much to place in the mind of my daughter?

    For My Daughter

    David Ignatow

    When I die choose a star
    and name it after me
    that you may know
    I have not abandoned
    or forgotten you.
    You were such a star to me,
    following you through birth
    and childhood, my hand
    in your hand.

    When I die
    choose a star and name it
    after me so that I may shine
    down on you, until you join
    me in darkness and silence
    together.

  6. John  Day

    John Day said, over 3 years ago

    Here’s another favorite:

    The conditions of a solitary bird are five:
    The first, that it flies to the highest point;
    The second, that it does not suffer for company, not even of its own kind;
    The third, that it aims its beak to the skies;
    The fourth, that it does not have a definite color;
    The fifth, that it sings very softly.

    —San Juan de la Cruz

  7. John  Day

    John Day said, over 3 years ago

    How about this? It is disturbing.
    In The Desert
    In the desert
    I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
    Who, squatting upon the ground,
    Held his heart in his hands,
    And ate of it.
    I said: “Is it good, friend?”
    “It is bitter-bitter,” he answered;
    "But I like it
    Because it is bitter,
    And because it is my heart.
    — Stephen Crane

  8. John  Day

    John Day said, over 3 years ago

    The cattle and the chicken are still rolling along. In the meantime, here is something else.
    This is the story of Cousin Vic:

    Some years ago my cousin Vic, a butcher in a New York suburb, spent a week on a cruise ship sailing out of New York Harbor for the Caribbean. He had saved up for years to take his wife for their 25th anniversary, and he knew this was to be a trip of a lifetime.

    After being out at sea for two days, he and his wife were on deck one night taking in the warm salt air and the full moon. That night, he had been leaning at the rail when he lost his eyeglasses overboard. Because he had brought another pair, it didn’t dampen the trip. He never gave it another thought.

    When he got back home to New York, he replaced the glasses. It certainly was a trip to remember, lost glasses not withstanding.

    About a month later he was in his butcher shop when he cut into a large fish to fillet it for a customer. Then, he struck something hard…

    It was his thumb.

  9. John  Day

    John Day said, over 3 years ago

    It has been pleasant having my own comment strip for the day but now I must perform actual work. Bless you all.

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