Back in the 70's when I was working at the upstart cable company, we decided that in order to get customers we had to really make ourselves visible around town. And 'town' was a small city of 10,000 in central MI. Cablevision, as it was called then, was new and scary and not too many people wanted to give up their roof top antennas or rabbit ears.

It didn't matter that I was the office manager, I still got volunteered to stand in front of the bank, the TGY store, the Dairy Hill, the bowling alley, and go to the county fairs to talk to anyone or anything I could find. And since it was summertime and the fairs were going strong, I picked a Saturday to check one out.

Surprisingly, I learned that cows do indeed talk. Don't know how many of you have stood beside a cow, put your arm around its neck and put a microphone up to it's mouth, but it's an interesting experience. Cows like microphones almost as much as grass or hay. They eat microphones and that's when they start talking. Loudly! And that's when the cow's owner comes running over and asks what the ... well, you can guess what he said. I wasn't actually banished from that particular county fair but I was asked to leave the cow barns.