Sometimes all I have to do to find inspiration to fill up this space is look to the interwebz and like manna in the desert, it's all right there. Or in this case, right here.
That may not be the greatest story ever told, or even this year, but it reminds me to remind all you junior cowpokes that you've got spurs (San Antonio and otherwise) that jingle, jangle, jingle as you go rolling merrily along.
Don't take any wooden cowpies, podner.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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