NOTHING ARTIFICAL ABOUT COW’S INTELLIGENCE.

The weather was brutal. It was December in angry mood. Even the small walk from the cars to the barstools at Donleavy’s bar counter had resulted in rainwater dripping from the foreheads of our three heroes. They shook themselves off as they took to their usual locations with JP in the middle and flanked byContinue reading “NOTHING ARTIFICAL ABOUT COW’S INTELLIGENCE.”