Nothing like some Cowboy Songs sung by Don Walser to remind me that I need to be roaming around some, and I guess Corpus Christi is the next place to roam to. Sure makes it easier to hit the road. I’ll keep a mental image of him singing the Cow Poke song to keep me happy on the road.
Last night, I put on a clean pair of faded jeans, slipped on the cowboy boots, and snapped up a nice flannel shirt with a yoke cut and genuine fake pearl snaps. That’s all it takes to realign some attitude. As I was walking up to hear the band, I couldn’t help but notice three planets cavorting around the moon.
I checked when I got home, I had assumed it was Jupiter, Venus and Mercury. Turns out it was Saturn, the crescent moon, Jupiter and Venus. I was close to being correct — Mercury had already set, being the evening star version of Mercury right now. A quick shopping trip this morning yielded a used Garth Brooks CD– hey, the price was real right. Now I’ve got friends in low places.
