Mad Jack Hanks: Tales from the O-NO Ranch 5-21-12 |

Mad Jack Hanks: Tales from the O-NO Ranch 5-21-12

It dawned on me once again today, gentle readers, how much I enjoy living. Living is to be filled, I believe, with all the joy we can cram into it.

By the time you read this I will have turned 72 and one of my sisters will have her 81st birthday on the same day. There are certain times when, KAPOW!, I am sucker punched by the joy I receive from living.

I was out on the Harley today after my morning swim in the cement pond and stopped off at our local Burger King for a cup of senior coffee. That 52 cents that I pay for coffee is just one of the small joys in life. There was a grandpa with two of his little grandkids in there also. I observed how much this feller was enjoying those two little ones. Man were they a cute pair. There was one little girl of two and a boy about five. I thought about my own grandkids and how much I enjoyed them when they were just tykes like these two. Of course I still enjoy them. I go to their track meets and watch them compete with kids their own age and older. I gotta’ tell ya, I got some fast grandkids but it just makes me realize how fast they have grown up and how fast time is passing for me.

When I’m on my ol’ fat paint hoss, Howdy, and riding back up to the house from the back side of the place and realize I’m looking at these beautiful Rocky Mountains some 20 miles to the West with snow capped peaks under an awesome blue sky. I dreamed about such a time when I was a little boy in the flat land of West Texas.

I wanted to see mountains when I looked off to the West but there was nothing but low hanging clouds at times and I made them into my mountains. I would be out riding my skinny paint hoss through the mesquite on a hot summer’s day and my mind would wander back to some time or other when we had gone to the mountains for our summer vacation. I wanted to be a cowboy up in the mountains. It happened!

When I was a mere lad I was always drawing horses, cowboys, whatever slipped out of my brain into that crayon or No. 2 pencil. Could I ever draw something that someone might want to buy? I could and I have. I was drawing cartoons this week for the Fence Post and several other papers that I’m committed to and I was happy with the results. It brought me joy to realize I was capable of doing something that I have always enjoyed all of my life.

I have discovered over the years that I can put my thoughts into words and place them in such a way that you the reader (you have told me) that you look forward to reading. That brings me great joy to know you like some of what I do.

Of course there is a great deal of sadness that will occur in our lives, some more dreadful than what someone else might have to endure. I have lost my wife, one sister and many, many good friends that I miss dearly. Some suffered greatly but I also know that all of the above had great and consuming joy in their lives at one time or another. I have been blessed for sure. In spite of the hurt I have endured at times, God has surly blessed me in so many ways, More ways I bet than I could count.

Gentle readers, through your trials and tribulations, look for that joy that will at some time come your way. Grab onto it and try your best not to let it get away. Stay tuned, check yer cinch on occasion and I’ll c y’all, all y’all.

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