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  Unregistered Bull
Choice gleanings from 45-plus years of Unregistered Bull
"The place where optimism most flourishes is the lunatic asylum," wrote Havelock Ellis. "Optimism is the madness of maintaining that everything is right when it is wrong," said Voltaire.
  Doc Blakely
Pokin' Fun
I spend a lot of time in an airplane. In fact, when I recently figured it up on a 40-hour work week basis, it amounted to four months per year. And to think I was once described as a fellow who "really had his feet on the ground." Of course, that was when they drug me on for my first flight. Winston Churchill was right when he said, "There are no atheists in foxholes or cockpits." I might add there are mighty few in the passenger section, either. Throw in a thunderstorm, turbulence, the cough of an engine, and the team of MadLynn, Murray and O'Hair will be first in line to make confession ... even to a rabbi.
  Monte Noelke
Shortgrass Country
All on the same recent morning, the radiotelephone at the ranch failed and my left hearing aid crashed. Investigation is continuing into whether it might be connected to the infamous "I love you" virus. I was able to contact an employee in Mertzon right a way on a cell phone to report the outage. He was instructed to tell General Telephone, the local carrier, that my number was not in order. Also, I told him when he contacted repair to tell the clerk my left hearing aid was out, too.
  Baxter Black
On The Edge Of Common Sense
Let us explore the vanishing cowboy — myth or reality. First let us consider a truly vanished icon, the mastodon hunter. All that remains of this mighty figure are a few paintings on a cave wall. That, and a book cover or two with him in a furry loincloth, posing with his spear and a Raquel Welch look-alike complete with bearskin bikini and shaved legs.
  Linda Mussehl
As I See It ...
Several years ago we acquired a cat, a house cat to be precise. We had been overrun by mice in the house and thought that a good mouser would solve our problem.
  Lee Pitts
Its The Pitts
Where, oh where, had my little dog gone? I had raised her from a pup and she'd been a loyal companion for 12 years. That was before she decided she needed to see the world in her declining years. Maybe it was a midlife crisis, or maybe it was the thunder and lightning that made her want to jump out the window and go in search of someplace more tranquil.

 
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