My Friday Muse:
I remember talking to a few older cowboys, Their faces dried up like those apple dolls, and most of their sunny days were spent on the porch.
I was in my teens, I did know which end of a horse to put the bit, but not much more. This one old cowboy was as well spoken as Will Rogers, he could keep me from blinking with some of his stories about turn of the century events.
I remember his opinion of horses, about how he’d never fully trust one that had been grazing on loco weed. I reflect on that conversation, and I wish more old cowboys were voting.
All those folks we elected voting on bills they never read, if they were horses, who in their right mind would ride them?
Have a great weekend..