During our journey this past week, I picked up newspapers from about a dozen small towns. Mrs. Cow is teaching a journalism class, so she can put these to use to demonstrate how varied approaches are used to achieve similar goals.
A few minutes ago I was about to finish off one of them and turned to the back page. There was my name staring back at me in dark print in the obituary column. "Cow" isn't that common of a last name, so such sightings are rare. This poor fellow's mother had the same first name as my own mother. One of his sons had all of my names, just in a different order. He had worked as a lumberjack and logger most of his life. Although he lived most of his life about 150 miles from my home he was born in my home county 12 years before I was born.
Ever seen your name or that of a co-worker or neighbor in the obituary column when it was actually someone else?
Cow? I thought it was Digger...
> Cow? I thought it was Digger...
It's his alter ego. 😉
