“Everybody is just a number.”
That’s become obvious as we’ve spent time in healthcare offices.
Walking to the receptionists’ counter where heads are hidden behind computers, we expect some acknowledgement, but get none.
Clearing our throat obnoxiously, one eye of only one peaks over as all others stay locked to screens. In our typical-forward-cowboy way, we introduce our self, thinking one really ought to know us, and why we’re here.
“Rope ’im. Jump down and rope ’im.”
That was the sideline advice.
Then: “I got ’im. Heel ’im.”
A second loop thrown, and: “I got ’im.”
Lariats were stretched tight, as the steel steer roping dummy came off the ground, while standers-by applauded.
’Tis the season…
Christmas decorations are in place, lights are shining, music is playing, cards are being sent and received, Santa Claus is seemingly the favorite person of all, but quite fortunately nativity scenes are displayed at many churches, and pleasantly a few additional locales as well.
“I don’t have a cell phone. I don’t know anything about computers and that stuff. I’m a cowboy.”
While that’s contrasting to most modern ways, Bud Sankey, 78, is a true businessman at his profession: cowboy.
Farmers, landowners and anyone actively engaged in agriculture production must soon make decisions regarding options that are available in the new Farm Bill.
“If it hasn’t been used in 43 years, then just throw it away.”
That was generally our analysis when cleaning out the shop for repairs, electrical hookup and storage of stuff that will be used.
“It is a fair warning.”
When a bump showed up on our forehead a decade-plus ago, the secretary of one of our organizations advised us to get it checked.
Contrary to our typical disposition, we followed directions, and looking back it was good advice that fortunately was followed. However, diagnosis from the examination was far from desirable, and we actually first realized our skin was very susceptible to the sun.
“Everywhere he went; there was a rope in his hand.”
That’s the way people always remember this all-around cowboy today.
“I’ve always been a cowboy,” claimed Troy Kitchener.
“I don’t have much stuff, but someday I’m gonna.”
That’s a misnomer if a cowboy ever said one.
Truly, there’s about every bit, spur and saddle one could imagine, and then some. Actually, the best description of “the stuff” is a cowboy’s tack “dream come true” or a Western memorabilia-collector’s “Heaven on Earth.”