yeehaw!?

How odd, yet comforting to be in a town that people recognize your family name! Thanks to the Walsh's for their generous hospitality on a weekend that included getting back to my roots (as exemplified by the deer in my aunt's front yard), the Cowpie Jog (yes, you read correctly...but the cowpies were only ceremonial), Memorial Day Parade (tractors and all) and Rodeo. Speaking of such...I used to feel the adrenaline and excitement for bronc and bull riders. Now when they fall off I cringe and fight the urge to look away. Testosterone is a drug. And wisdom does come with age. I hope. Or at least risk-aversion does.