You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?
Dressed in my cowboy outfit, sporting a red cowboy hat, shirt, pants, boots, spurs, brown chaps, and of course a fully loaded dual set of cap guns deep in downtown St. Louis waiting the unlikely arrival of my horse and wouldn’t you know it here he comes strolling up the sidewalk just as I had dreamed. Dreams do come true!
Every boy in the late 50’s early 60’s loved playing cowboys and indians. The Lone Ranger, Rifleman, Bonanza, Gunsmoke, and many others like them spurred our interest. But how could a city boy find a horse?