When our opinions get as immovable as a granite outhouse, God has a way of shaking the foundation.
I was searching for an artist who could lend just the right feeling to a
book I was putting together. I found such a person. He lived in a
remote mountain town and had no phone. With the help of the local
postmistress and several letters, he agreed to illustrate my book.
Besides his unique artistic style, he was a good cowboy. Over the
months of correspondence and our occasional visits on his local pay
phone, I developed a genuine liking and respect for him.
We agreed to meet at the Cowboy Poetry Gathering in Elko, Nevada.
I arrived Thursday night and began to test the limits of my envelope! I
had the makin’s of a personal best brewing when I spied an old friend, a
big man whose effort had done much to promote cowboy poetry. I shook
his hand warmly. It was then I noticed he was wearing a little short
ponytail. I was overcome! I dressed him down for his uncowboy fashion
statement and finished by removing the decorative ribbon binding his
furry polyp!
Just then I felt a tap on the shoulder. I turned and a young man
reached to shake my hand. He was decked out in his buckaroo finest. He
introduced himself and remarked that he enjoyed my work. He explained
that he was an actor.
As he talked, I
focused on his earring. Earring! I became incensed! I lectured him on
manly pride and ended up trying to bite off his earlobe!
In retrospect it occurred to me that I might have overreacted.
Fortunately these good fellows merely escaped my grasp rather than
permanently disfigure me.
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