hey cowboy

It’s “not dead yet.” “Cowboy, hey cowboy, over here!” And to think, all I did was put on my cowboy hat. You know, to go to California, wear something that definitely makes me look like I’m from Texas. Sometimes I forget, when I make travel arrangements, like yesterday morning, I wasn’t going to CA, I was going to El Paso, then Albuquerque, then Phoenix, then San Diego, then Oakland, and finally wound up on the left coast. It was that very first jump, to El Paso, in the back of my mind, the Gourds were signing about going to El Paso. From the airport in Oakland…. [Some would suggest it just went downhill from there.] Berkeley at night — nothing I haven’t seen before, and, oddly enough, part of the news was about that recent event in Austin. Sister never did materialize after midnight, for the promised feeding of her brother, but I was still running on Austin time, and I don’t think any of it mattered.