What we used to know, we know no more. I still have the picture hanging in my office of John Wayne in the movie Hondo walking through the desert with his old dog carrying his saddle after his horse was killed. The caption says “life is hard; it’s harder if you’re stupid.”
A Texan’s speeding ticket put her in the legal history books last week.
There is a common belief among many urban folks that a cowboy rides around all day and sings to cows. John Wayne and Tom Mix added “Drifting Ranch Saver” to their résumé. “Don’t worry, Nell, Black Bart will never get your ranch as long as Silver and I remain compassionate!” Marlboro turned him into a person who chases horses all over the place and relaxes around the chuckwagon in a yellow slicker. We cowboy poets have augmented the picture of the cowboy as a Shakespearian throwback with green stuff wedged between his heel and sole.
For those of us who have a passing interest in how much home prices are fluctuating around the country, there was an interesting article in the paper about home prices in the Hamptons in New York. There, the one-percenters from the New York City area have created their own private world. There is a lack of availability of homes to purchase in the area even for people with big bucks and it is causing a lot of anguish on their part.
Back-to-school lists aren’t the same this year.