It has been a lazy, quiet weekend, just as I like it. Since hubby's return Friday afternoon, I have been cooking and puttering around the house. He didn't have much in the way of decent meals up in the panhandle of the state, out in the middle of nowhere and keeping the odd hours he has to keep for his work, so he's being fed now.
While there in the little town by Amarillo, he met some interesting people. Authentic cowboys. He particularly likes talking about the saddlemaker/cowboy poet he met. The guy was the same age as hubby and had some good stories. He participated on the Great American Cattle Drive in 1995 from Texas to Montana and was the only cowboy to ride the entire way. It took 6 months to finish. He makes beautiful saddles selling for thousands of dollars. Hubby was interested in the cowboy poetry.
Never know who you will meet out there in the world. Hubby, who never met a stranger, has a knack for zeroing in on people with good stories. He also visited with a flint maker.
Did you hear about the college student who was arrested and thrown in the slammer here Friday? He was on his way back to begin the new college year and had been working in South America for the summer break. He thought he'd bring a piece of a stick of dynamite back from a mine in Bolivia as a souvenir, you see. In his suitcase at Bush Intercontinental Airport. Yeah, there's a bright one to lead the next generation. His parents in New Jersey, upon hearing the news, were less than proud. His last name is Fish. Fish in the tank, being questioned by the FBI and waiting for the folks to bail him out.
Funny, my husband was in Bolivia not long ago and he didn't think to bring dynamite in his stash of souvenirs.
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Wine is chilling, a sidedish baking and Coffeehusband on his way home from work. Perfect time to grab my iced tea and sit and read your blog. ;)
Yes, that was a bright child to bring the dynamite back. LOL. Yet I believe there really needs to be some 'common sense' used in all this hullabaloo about security right now.
What else? Oh yes, cowboys. I'm lucky enough to be related to many many types of people, personalities and careers. A couple of which are of the cowboy persuasion. (sp). My 100% cowboy Uncle died at age 54 last January. My other Uncle L is alive and kicking... and breaking horses on his ranch in South Dakota. I love the cowboy lifestyle in small doses, about once a year. :)
Karen,
I am curious about the saddlemaker and the little town...
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Kind of scary, especially to know he got it all the way from South America to the US without being discovered. Did they find it or did he actually tell them it was there....i.e. did he "declare" it? We need to remember his name in case he decides to run as a Democratic candidate for President some day! :) Somehow I can't see someone with the last name "Fish" doing well in politics. The possibilities are endless: Floppy Fish, Fickle Fish, Slimy Fish, and so on. :)
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