Wanna know what cowboy boots and baseball gloves have in common?

I met up with Clay and his pal, Rolf, on Friday. We sat outside at Zeitgeist, a dive bar near Rolf’s house. We drank beer…talked about cowboy boots and hot rods…blah, blah, blah…it was all kinds of fun. Clay brought with him one of the boots he’s makin’ for “Miss Rodeo Colorado”. Keep yer eye on his web page, they’re bound to turn up there soon…black, red, and little white lacing in just the right place. Later, we all went over to see a couple guys Rolf knows is startin’ up a hot rod “lifestyle” magazine called “Garage”. The magazine is nice and slick (photographs by Dave Perry) …and so brand spankin’ new, they’ve still only got a hotmail address.

There’s nothin’ that goes better with a gas pedal than a cowboy boot.

I’m back from my trip…just in the nick-o-time ‘cuz Mr. Clay E. Hathaway‘s suppose to be in town.

I’m packin’ my bag. I’m gonna go take care of my sick friend for a few days. I’m going down to “Up”land and it looks like it’s gonna be room temperature for ten days straight. My wait at the airport is bound to be longer than my flight. I’m bringin’ a buddhist meditation book with me…and no laptop.

It’s Spring. The time’s changed and the houses on my street are belchin’ out children like pollen. I was suppose to be inside workin’ on my web page update, instead I was sitting on the front steps listenin’ to a tamborine concert and looking up insects in my field guide. We saw a couple scary lookin’ bugs…looked like a giant mosquitos. I always thought they were called mosquita-eata-s, ‘cuz someone told me they didn’t sting, but ate mosquitos. I was instructed by a 4 year old to look in the “fly section” of the big bug book…so I did…it’s really a crane fly. They eat decaying plant material dont’cha know. They don’t sting at all.