There was a period during my late teens when I was convinced that I'd been born in the wrong time and place. I was sure that I should have been a cowboy. Or maybe the marshal of Dodge City. I was a little unclear on the details, but the whole idea of having been around … Continue reading Born To Be A Cowboy?
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