Wednesday, May 9, 2012

A New Kind of Horse

Yesterday a couple friends and I were talking about old cowboy shows. We began rattling off each show and all of the characters we remembered. This was followed by "Are any of them still living?".

I grew up loving cowboys. Can't deny it. I had the biggest crush on Roy Rogers. Oh, not when he was married to Dale, but when young Roy along with Gabby Hayes chased cattle rustlers and bank robbers. I probably learned phrases like "yer durn tootin', dadgumit and young whippersnapper" from Gabby. He'd twitch his beard and dispatch words of wisdom. Then there was The Cartwright family. Most women liked Little Joe. I was rather partial to Hoss. Have no idea why. Perhaps it was because he was like a big teddy bear with a ready smile. Ah, cowboys.

Each day I read the Greenville Daily Advocate. Sometimes I even read the Classified Ads. Today I noticed that someone was selling saddlebags. Ah, the cowboy memories struck again. I'm pretty sure that Kit Carson had saddle bags draped over Apache's rump. Never knew when a cowboy might have to spend the night on the trail. Always needed to have a bedroll and saddlebags ready.

I went on to find another item in the Ads. Just a few steps below the saddlebags were chaps for sale. Once again, the cowboys flashed through my mind. Rowdy Yates wore chaps. Darn, that boy wore them well. Needed those when you were on the cattle drive. Mr. Favor drove his cattle and his men hard. Yep, they wore chaps.

Well, it seems that nowadays those items are also used by those cowboys on their Harley's. Big black saddle bags and black leather chaps. They don't herd cattle. They don't even fight gunslingers. I think perhaps they miss that leisurely pace where the deer and the antelope play.

I miss the old cowboy shows. I didn't notice the violence back then. I guess it's not as harmful when it is in black and white. Ah, the good 'ol days.

See them tumbling down
Pledging their love to the ground
Lonely but free I'll be found
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.

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