I am long past sentimentality and fart jokes, so I decided to make a pot of pinto beans for my birthday. My peace-seeking strategy for turning 73 this month is to lie low, monitor reality with history and news and hope that no one in my orbit kicks the bucket anytime soon. I have beef …
Maybe it was my subconscious that led me to pull this old favorite from the shelf this morning as I thought about hitting the trail with Cowboy on aching knees. From Horses, Hitches and Rocky Trails by Joe Back, Sage Books, 1959.
I never knew how many body parts I have until I turned 72.
I woke up reviewing past relationships and thinking ahead to my own death. This is not moribund. I am used to it, not alarmed. I have so far survived heart disease and two cancers and, since it’s too late to do much about it, tend to excuse my narcissism. I’m not sure if it was …
dream ranch 