I am no cowboy, just a city kid. The closest I got to livestock growing up in Ohio was when my folks took me to the Guernsey County Fair. Why at times I have felt compelled to imitate a wrangler, I have no idea. Twice I have pushed this unhealthy compulsion to near disastrous results. Take my bull-wrestling phase. That happened in the mid-1960s. I was driving home from my reporting job at the Zanesville, Ohio, Times Recorder, a little before midnight.