I woke up knowing it was a special day. First I thought winter solstice but, no, three days too early. Then I looked up at the first light on the cold mountain and remembered your birthday. I think this had something to do with memories of frigid campsites first thing in the morning. Think Beatty’s …
Relevant numbers as of this date. I am fortunate, even if literary stats lag. JR– 69 Cowboy — 2.5 Cancer — 0 ’97 Dodge pickup — 141,806 ’05 Element — 141,836 Novels written since retirement — 0 Blood pressure (Trump-free) — 136/82 BMI — NA
For the record: dreamranch denizens August 16, 2015.
