Cowboys and outlaws, right guys and south-paws, good dogs and all kinds of cats, dirt roads and white lines, and all kinds of stop signs; but I'll stand right here where I'm at ‘cause I wear my own kind of hat. Push come to shove, hell or high water, right here’s where you’ll find me, up to here with huddled masses and wearing this ridiculous hat. I can see the upscale fashionista shops from where I stand, but I…

by Sugar and Harry B Sanderford

Sunshine slid a cup of coffee across the bar and poured milk from a can until Harry signaled whoa. He watched Harry a moment waiting for that first sip of java to gear up a conversation and when it didn’t offered, “Gol-ding it…