I met this fellow in a Mesa, Arizona. He worked at a place that was part museum, part living history and part tourist trap. I found this guy in one of the barns; he said he was one of the docents, but I ‘spect he was closer to a real gen-U-wine cowboy than he was a weekend volunteer.
For one thing, he was reluctant to have his picture taken, and he was shy, with a sort of aw-shucks kind of personality. But he had this quiet confidence about him that told me he’s saddled a few horses in his time, maybe even kicked by a few.
We talked for a while. Before long, I could tell this guy wasn’t out of Central Casting, but just a kind-hearted soul who loved horses and his casual live-and-let-live lifestyle. He wasn’t about puttin’ on airs, what you saw was what you got — take it or leave it. He was comfortable in his own skin and didn’t need my approval to be happy.
Hats off to this guy.
Thought for the Day: Depend not on another, but lean instead on thyself … True happiness is born on self-reliance. The laws of Manu (Ancient Hindu Scripture, circa 500 BC)
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That’s a great portrait. C’mon back east and check out our cowboys. This guy bumped into me in Times Square once, and it was kinda creepy. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m3gBX5wS2Zo