I’ve always loved the old westerns. The movies where the good guys won. And the bad guys lost. Those movies where cowboys, villains, sheriffs on the hunt for desperados, and even settlers from back East had to make camp for the night. And there was time to reflect on the day around the ember glow of the campfire. Did you watch those movies? Or, … Read the rest…
When I was a kid, back in the days of yore, I remember slow, slow, Slo-poke summer days. But I also remember days that flew by like missiles headed for the center of the Earth. And I remember how I didn’t want the day to end. Fast or slow. I wished it would go on and on. At least, that is, until I heard … Read the rest…
Roy Rogers and the Sons of the Pioneers. Yeah, I can almost hear ’em singin’ Tumblin’ Tumbleweeds just by mentioning their names. And I get a visual, in my head, of the ranch hands ’round the campfire as they sang, “The Cowpoke Lullaby.” Oops, it couldn’t have been The Cowpoke Lullaby. Because that song wasn’t written back when those singin’ cowboys sang in the … Read the rest…
“The outpost of the new west.” That’s the slogan on the website for The Silver Horse. And it’s a nice store, with some cool stuff, nestled among the other shops on the main drag in downtown Golden, Colorado. Elgielene and I used to walk or drive by there all the time. And the owners don’t know how The Silver Horse inspired a song. In … Read the rest…
I might’ve been strange (no comments from the peanut gallery, please). But when I was a kid, one of my favorite Christmas presents was a new set of cotton pajamas. The cozy feel of new pajamas in clean sheets. Nothing else could get me to Dreamtown faster than that. But I never got a pair of magical Music Pajamas. Maybe because no one else … Read the rest…
I spent a lot of my formative years in Texas. So, I still use (and always will use) some of those friendly southern, colloquial expressions in my everyday language. And many of those southern memories are some of my fondest childhood recollections. Like the sounds of croaking bullfrogs. And the chatter of bugs just as dusky coolness sweeps away the heat of the day. … Read the rest…
It’s 33 miles in a round trip. And I read where it’s apparently America’s only “urban byway.” And that means it’s a scenic byway (on the National Register) closer to an urban area (Denver) than any other anywhere. And since it’s part of the “old west” it seems appropriate to call it the Lariat Loop. Not so long ago, we called the Lariat Loop … Read the rest…