Great Ranches Sold

[Cita]

Starting off with an apology for two in a row this morning, but I am hoping to move on to the novel and be all primed to be brilliant!  Snort.

 

 

They pay him now to tell his poems and jokes on stage, old jokes really, ones we've heard before, ones he's harvested off the internet proving that you really can teach an old dog to do new tricks or at least to post a quote on facebook every morning.

After the show we hear the real stories, the ones of great ranches sold, friends gone along the way, job as a firefighter and rolling on a fatal wreck where the drunk driver sat on a curb with his head in his hands, feeling sorry for himself.

The storyteller hasn't had a drink since '87.

When the talk turns to politics, the fine veins glow beneath his thin skin, but his voice sounds tired.

As we brush our teeth and turn down the bedclothes, I ask you, "Why does he seems so sad?"

And you answer, "Oh, honey... he's a cowboy with no cows."

 

[Cita]

Ahhhh... Dea.... makes me a little sad. 

[deanna dickinson mccall]

and he has gotten old w/o meeting his own expectations.

[Roany]

You have graciously described how we can put on a persona of contentment or at least of some form of happiness, when yet underneath that may lie a person no longer feeling needed or useful.   Yet you write in such a way that your observations are not judgmental, but that are sweet and compassionate.  Thank you for allowing me to slow down and reflect.  Your writing is amazing.

[Mike Handley]

Oh man, I heart this.

[Teresa]

A sense of purpose.  That's what it is.  And without it we just drift.  Great one, Cita-May-Jessie-Raphael...;-)

[Travis Smith]

This reminds me some of the Jimmy Buffett song "A Pirate Looks at Forty" - I like Bill's comment as well - I am not sure what is worse, not knowing what to do, or knowing and not being able to do it? Nicely told piece

[Bill Floyd]

Or a writer with no words or a cop with no emergency or a doctor with no illness to cure.  I used to think it was a burden to be someone who was meant to be something in particular, until my wife mentioned how much harder it is for people who don't what they hell they're supposed to do with their lives...