Cowboy.

Chris just came home from the Lone Star state covering 769 miles of gritty road. He says it was an epic adventure filled with visions he won’t soon forget. In his travels, dogs chased him more than 25 times all with teeth gnarled.  For some reason they looked like rabid chows especially in the dark of night.  In the wee hours, he came wheel to face with many armored armadillos.  Their eyes glow in the dark like our possums and luckily, he never went over his handlebars to avoid them.  Everyone drives a Chevy or a Ford as Texan’s remind us of who is number one.  In a similar thought, the flag of Texas flies over every home.  Shamefully, I vaguely know what the CT flag looks like.  He also came to understand that most convenience store clerks are highly underrated at human beings.  He was amazed at their hospitality towards him even as he entered their establishments covered in bugs and road grime.  One even invited him into the store with his bicycle as a tornado like storm flew by.  I am happy to have him back from the Lone Star State. His perspective of Texas is unique, as few have traveled it the way he has. Perhaps he feels like an old cowboy out of the movies, rougher and tougher than the rest of us.  It’s good to have my cowboy home. Yee ha for Chris for making another chink in the belt of life’s great adventure.