Tales from the O-NO Ranch
There are places I have been and places that I haven’t and have no desire to go to. I have been to Newton, Iowa, Corpus Christi, Texas, Del Rio, Cody, Wyo., Brainerd, Minn., Jackson, Miss., Santa Cruz, Calif., and Lufkin, Texas. There are numerous other places that I have been. Some I would like to revisit and some I wouldn’t. I have never been to Luckenbach, Texas, Prescott, Ariz., Miles City, Mont., Spokane, Wash., Detroit, Hope, Ark., or New York City.
Trust me gentle readers, I have never gotten the slightest glimmer of desire to go to New York. Never! New York City? Please, for ever more. Folks, like my brother and some other friends and relatives that have been there really enjoyed the experience. Of course, these same folks have never been to cow camp before. Now that’s my idea of a good way to spend your time.
I see New York as a place where folks stampede like cattle running over each other trying to go nowhere. Well, now that can’t be true because in a recent column I think we came to the conclusion that there is no such place as nowhere! Right?
I don’t think I would enjoy riding on a subway train where Bernhard Goetz had to shoot his way out of a mugging by four thugs. I envision folks standing up and holding onto handles in the roof just because there is no place to sit. They look like a bunch of monkeys in the zoo and they don’t look comfortable, happy, or wanting to engage in conversation. They don’t want to know one another and could care less who you are or what you are doing there. Now if they were on, let’s say a trail ride or sitting around a campfire with folks they didn’t know, they would get to know them.
Nope, no New York, Chicago, Detroit, Pittsburgh or Boston for me. Kalispell, Mont? Yep, I’d like to go there. Elko, Nevada, I’ve never been there either, maybe some day. I did get an invitation several years back to go and perform at the big cowboy poetry gathering but decided it wouldn’t work for me at that particular time.
I like the Western states. I like a song that Chris LeDoux wrote called “Under Western Skies.” It purty much said it all. I like the west and I love living under Western skies. New York? Never! I may come to your neck of the woods at some point and time, there again, I’m not big on travlin’.
Stay tuned, check yer cinch on occasion and I’ll c. ya.