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Gwen Petersen: In a Sow’s Ear 5-23-11

What’s on Cowgal Pals Bucket Lists?

Last summer I acquired a motorscooter – cherry red in color – with a sidecar (where Bailout the Cowdog rides). I’d intended to do a mini “road trip” on the scooter, but due to a frustrating bunch of delays, last summer got away from me before I could get the job done. Turns out the postponement was a good thing.

Enter cowgal pal, Debra, who announced that she will drive the “chase car” and bring along another gal who will film the trip. We’ll travel along Highway 12 which runs parallel to the Canadian border of northern Montana. It’s a narrow road, but the terrain is flat, mostly. We plan to stop at every wee town on the route, talk to folks, gather history of the area, listen to stories and – whenever it works out – we’ll entertain with a Cowgal Pals Poetry and Pickin’ program.

Now, doesn’t that sound like a fun adventure? I have reached the age where any adventure might be the last one before I qualify for that final trip into the Great Unknown. Speaking of age, to help finance this particular escapade, I’m reprinting a booklet written some years back. (These days, everything is “some years back.”) Title: “How To Be Elderly, A User’s Guide, Volume One.” It’s full of humorous essays, poems, and limericks of life on the “joys” of old age. (Baby Boomers, get in line …) Here’s a sampling:

What’s on Cowgal Pals Bucket Lists?

Last summer I acquired a motorscooter – cherry red in color – with a sidecar (where Bailout the Cowdog rides). I’d intended to do a mini “road trip” on the scooter, but due to a frustrating bunch of delays, last summer got away from me before I could get the job done. Turns out the postponement was a good thing.

Enter cowgal pal, Debra, who announced that she will drive the “chase car” and bring along another gal who will film the trip. We’ll travel along Highway 12 which runs parallel to the Canadian border of northern Montana. It’s a narrow road, but the terrain is flat, mostly. We plan to stop at every wee town on the route, talk to folks, gather history of the area, listen to stories and – whenever it works out – we’ll entertain with a Cowgal Pals Poetry and Pickin’ program.

Now, doesn’t that sound like a fun adventure? I have reached the age where any adventure might be the last one before I qualify for that final trip into the Great Unknown. Speaking of age, to help finance this particular escapade, I’m reprinting a booklet written some years back. (These days, everything is “some years back.”) Title: “How To Be Elderly, A User’s Guide, Volume One.” It’s full of humorous essays, poems, and limericks of life on the “joys” of old age. (Baby Boomers, get in line …) Here’s a sampling:


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