We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
...even after almost half a century, somewhere inside I’m still eighteen and scratching a living on horseback in chaps, helping push a dusty, cranky herd of cattle to the upper range, with the brim of my cowboy hat shading a blinding bright summer view that stretches out well beyond next payday and leapfrogs my petty cares, a view from where we stood on the high summer range, overlooking the winter pastures far below, and on beyond the cities known and unknown, my young heart sailing away past the verdant, distant hills, careening towards an unknown brilliant future … and now, like the old cowboy with his idiot grin, I find myself wandering that same path still, with that same young heart and those same illusions and foolish dreams.
Jeez, TB, must i get choked up so early in the day?
Nah, kidding --that's beautiful stuff alright. The Wild West didn't last all that long --between the new railheads to beef up the eastern seaboard, and the barbed wire that kilt off the job of riding herd --but the dreamland it left behind will forever be as big as all outdoors. And in a uniquely American way, it ended sweet, celebrated from Broadway on the Atlantic Ocean
What a wonderful writer. You made my day. Thank you.
My grandfather, a geologist starting during WWI and after, used to tell us stories much like this. He rode horses through Louisiana, Texas, and all points Southwest -- easier to refuel than autos. We grandchildren were fortunate to repeat some of the journeys with him in his late 70's and meet some of the people (or their children/grandchildren) that made those travels so memorable.
PERFECT ! Though thanks to wirraway I will go look up the HST Wave Speech. However, I am of the west; dragged out here as a little girl by a mom who remained enchanted for 60 years--as do I. Lucky to be living near to real working cattle ranches--unlucky to be waking every morning waiting for the big deal developer. But, with this Willis guy we need to talk about the words--he is a fine read. I went looking for more info and it seems he smartly stays out of wikipedia, etc. but, does not shirk from confrontation. Thank you so much Barrister--btw my great horse died this year. That'll be the last for me.