My grandmother raised me to be a cowboy.
Each morning, amidst the sirens and the swampy Chesapeake Bay air in south Baltimore, Audrey Hall ensured that this city kid would grow up longing for the great southwest….
Too many mornings I spent watching reruns of Rawhide and the Roy Rogers show…
The last time I’d been horseback riding was maybe when I was 12 in the Catskill mountains in upstate NY. This time fun even though I’m a bit saddle sore. Also, my horse was a complete dick of an asshole…LOL. 
Maybe I’m not a good rider.
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