Going 4th

Wandering around the local festival which is kind of a big deal in these parts, pard.

Needed my Indian fry bread fix.

Putting my charm to work on the ladies.

Fuck off, dude.

Hated this as a car salesman. Leave me at the store and hire a bunch of bimbos in bikinis to pass out brochures, thank you very much.

Maybe six other people were wearing long sleeve shirts. SPF 50 and a large brim hat are your friends.

Independence Day

The 4th of July is my favorite holiday. Made my first dollar on the 4th at the old Dillon, CO Rodeo. The site is now the bottom of a reservoir courtesy of the goddamndenverwaterboard (a single word in parts of Colorado).

At the end of the Rodeo, the roping calves were available for the kids to ride. A rope was stretched across the ground and, if you stayed on past the rope, you got a silver dollar.. I was four, going on five, and crossed the rope under the calf, getting kicked and stepped on.

My sister recently quipped, "You may not made style points, but you did finish in the money!"

The 4th, to me, is a tribute to all those before me who made the holiday, and the memories, possible. I hope I’ve contributed to keeping it going.