Get Along Little Doggies

Lately, I’ve been carrying around a couple of cowboys in my car.  One of them is riding a bay horse and leading a buckskin against the backdrop of the Southwest sky.  The other one is moving a small herd of Hereford cattle across a stream, cigarette dangling from his mouth.  A real Marlboro man.  They’re… Continue reading Get Along Little Doggies

Other People’s Money

I love to shop with other people’s money.  My father and I spent the weekend shopping to outfit his new apartment.  After living with me since January, when he was hit with the double whammy of my mother’s death and his own need for open heart surgery, he is ready both physically and emotionally, to… Continue reading Other People’s Money