Hello, this is Charley. I am filling in for the host of this blog while he is on vacation. Isn’t that the way it always works. You have to wait for the man to give you some crumb of a chance, and when you do get it, no one is looking. Everyone is out having a party, or returning clothes at Land’s End, but sure-as-shooting not reading this. So I may as well say what I want. He doesn’t control me. And probably won’t be reading this either.
So I want to talk about cowboys. That’s right, cowboys. The kind that live on the range and boil coffee over a fire and cuss and punch guys who get out of line with the ladies. Oops, someone just texted me, I gotta go. Later.