On the Edge of Common Sense Best So Far Baxter Black, D.V.M., 1983, PB, Signed

Description: In May 19801 was givin' a talk to the Mountain Plains Meat Club in Denver. I was leavin' the Simplot Livestock Company in Idaho where I had spent ten years as their resident veterinarian, part-time chaplain and token southerner. I was on my way to become a veterinary consultant for a large pharmaceutical company. Ed Kirkland, then assistant editor for the Record Stockman, came up after my speech and asked me if I'd ever considered writin' a weekly column. "About what?" I asked. "The world from your point of view," he replied. "What if I run out of things to say?" I said. "Not a chance," he said So l sent him some samples of what my column would be like. He and Harry and Dan Green, the publisher and editor, approved. We were off. I'm not sure where the title of the column came from, but it certainly fits. Since those early days the column has been picked up by many other rural papers and livestock publications from Kentucky to California, Alberta to Mississippi and Arizona to lowa It is all very flattering. If I ever stopped and thought about how many people actually read my column it would prob' ly spook me! The frightening part of it all is when I realized that people actually believed what I said! I have never taken myself too seriously and can only warn you readers to keep your grain of salt handy. I receive lots of mail from folks who read the column. Some give me a deserved chewin', others write me about things that have happened to them, horses and men they've known or poems they've composed. An old gentleman came up to me after a talk I gave in central Kansas. He waited until everybody was done shakin'. He handed me a Polaroid Instamatic photo of his dog, Bingo. Bingo was fourteen years old. He was sittin' in the back of Frank's '60 model Chev pickup. Jus' waitin', I figgered, fer ol' Frank. bran codie so to bathe as prothere and a Then the ol' timer wandered off. Frank, pardner, you're the reason I write the column. God bless yer ol' heart. I hope you like my writin'. I'm honored to get cartoonists of the caliber you'll see illustrating this book. It's like havin' the joint chiefs of staff sign your draft notice personally! They're doin' it because I ask'em. There's no way to repay them, jus' try and be a better friend. If any of you ever git the impression I'm gettin' too uptown, just remind me of what Bud Dacy told me my first day on the job. I walked into the horse barn and introduced myself as the new veterinarian. He took one look at me and my brand new coveralls and said, "Kid, I wuz punchin' cows before you could drag a halter chain," and walked out. Thank you for looking at our listing. A purchase is supporting Friends of Spanish Peaks Library District! These books aroe all donated from different sources. This book is in good condition, see photos for details. I will combine shipping for each additional item purchased. Please do not pay for books until you are done bidding/shopping, and I will create a new Invoice with the reduced shipping charges. Please, please, I cannot issue refunds due to penalties that EBay assesses. Feel free to submit any questions you have. Thanks!

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