Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Cowboy in the City

The cowboy life is a hard life. What sets a cowboy apart is that he is not afraid to do what has to be done.
What I had to do was live in the city. Now that's hard! No fence to ride, no time to ride, and the daily chores are behind a desk now. Times are tough for ranchers and so I took a job in the city. And not just any old city, but Los Angeles of all places!
I don't have time to ride, I don't have space to roam. I live in an apartment in the city. The only place to ride is through the park next to the freeway. So much for home on the range. For the last two years, I have hunkered down and I'm pushing paper instead of cattle.
I haven't been back to the ranch in a while, and my friends don't want to come see me in the city. Don't get me wrong, I'm not feeling sorry for myself, I'm just getting citified. Hopefully, if I take the time to write, I can go back in my mind to a quieter, slower time and place.
Who know's what the future brings, but for now, y'all will have to settle for my ramblings about being a Cowboy in the City. Hope I haven't lost all of my cowboy sensibilities.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Stopping on the Trail

I reach the crest of the hill and look back. It has been a long ride so far, full of detours and disappointments, fun and surprises. The trail did not lead where I thought it would, some of it was much more difficult than I had expected. I have seen some amazing sights and some things I wish I had avoided.
When I set out on this ride, I did not expect that the trail would twist and turn so much. I have had to skirt some very dangerous side trails, that could have lead to disaster. But I have seen some beauty along the way that I never would have imagined.
I have met some really nice people too. I hope to get back this way again and see them. I ridden hard to put distance between myself and folks I'd rather not see again. All in all the ride has been interesting so far to say the least. Though looking back, I think I would have liked to tried a different trail.
I can't start over, but I can be more careful where I head for the rest of the journey. I don't really know what's up ahead, but I've made it this far, I'm sure that my horse and I can handle anything else that comes up.
Well, that's enough of a breather, time to start down the hill toward the next part of the trip. Such is life.

Sunday, December 9, 2007

Mrs. Mildred McGrew and the Missing Watch

Last Sunday, Bobby and I were at Aunt Mildred’s house for supper. While we sat in the kitchen, watching her make a pecan pie, she told us about her latest adventure.

“Betty Silmar from down the street called today. She had a problem she needed help with. It seems that her husband’s watch was missing from the jewelry box, and she suspected the Juanita, her housekeeper, had stolen it. She wanted me to come over and look around, talk to Juanita and figure out if she stole it.”

“So I walked down the street to her house and she showed me the scene of the crime. She said ‘I haven’t touched a thing, when I saw that the watch was missing, I sent Juanita out of the room and locked the door. It is just the way I left it.’”

“I turned on the bedroom light. The room was dark because the shade was down. There on the dresser was an open jewelry box. I looked around, in the closet, under the unmade bed. Then I turned to Betty and said, ‘Tell me everything that happened up until you discovered the watch was missing.’”

“While Betty relayed her story to me, I sat on the love seat in the living room with my eyes closed. ‘I woke up about six thirty this morning and went for my walk. While I was out walking, I saw my husband, Bob, drive by. He waved to me and then turned right and disappeared around the corner. I finished my walk and went back to the house.’

‘While I was in the kitchen making coffee, Juanita arrived for work. I talked to my sister on the phone for while and then went in to the bedroom. I noticed that the jewelry box was open. I looked in the box and immediately saw that my watch was missing. I hadn’t put it on today because it needed a new battery. I was planning on getting it fixed.’”

“After listening, I sat still for a few minutes. Suddenly I opened my eyes and said, ‘Juanita did not take your watch, your husband did.’”

‘What,’ she exclaimed, ‘how can you tell that?’”

“I explained to her, ‘It is really quite simple, you know, first of all, the jewelry box was left open. Juanita is very neat, she would have closed the box, not left it open for you to notice. A man would leave the box open, just like they leave the toilet seat up, dear.’”

“’Also, the shade was down and the bed was unmade. A housekeeper would open the shade the minute she entered the room. Juanita was never in the bedroom today. And finally, you said you husband turned right. His office is to the left. So he must have been going somewhere else.’”

“Betty said, ‘I’m going to call Bob right now!’ And she did. Bob told her that he had remembered that Betty’s watch needed a new battery and since he was going to the mall at lunch time, he thought he’d take her watch in for her and surprise her. Betty was very grateful and told me that I was quite a detective!”

I asked her how she put the pieces together so quickly. She just smiled and continued rolling out the pie dough. “Oh, dear, it simple really, I saw Bob at the mall today and he told me he was getting Betty’s watch fixed. But don’t tell Betty, she thinks I’m a genius”

Saturday, December 8, 2007

Meet Mrs. Mildred McGrew

My friend Bobby has an aunt who lives in Sierra Vista. Her name is Mrs. Mildred McGrew. Mildred has been widowed for about 20 years now. Mrs. Mildred McGrew was born out on Middle March Road and went to school in Tombstone. In her younger days she met a young soldier stationed at Fort Huachuca and married him. She moved to Sierra Vista and later became Aunt Mildred to Bobby and many other young soldiers stationed at the fort and away from home for the first time.

When Mr. McGrew, by then Sergeant Major Martin McGrew, passed away, Mildred stayed in Sierra Vista. She was and always will be Aunt Mildred to Bobby, and to me as well. I stayed many nights at Aunt Mildred’s house when Bobby and I stayed a little too long in town and were in no shape to drive back to the ranch.

Aunt Mildred would fix us breakfast in the morning; we’d mow her lawn and fix whatever needed fixing, then head back home with stomachs full of biscuits and our heads full of the local gossip around town. Mrs. Mildred McGrew knows everything that happens in Sierra Vista.

If fact, Mrs. Mildred McGrew has sort of a sixth sense about what goes on in town. She seems to know it before everyone else. And she has a knack for figuring out the way things happen and why, before anyone else. Perhaps that’s why her neighbors turn to her for advice, including a certain sheriff who goes to her church, and has been known to enjoy Mildred’s butterscotch chip and raisin cookies.

Aunt Mildred is a pleasant and plump lady with curly gray hair, a smile, and a tendency to become red-faced easily when exerting herself, or when she gets flustered. And she gets flustered quite often. It is not unusual to find her in her kitchen, her reddened face dusted with baking flour, and talking to herself, as if working out some tremendous puzzle in her head. The end result is usually some mystery or dilemma solved for a neighbor and a delicious pie for some lucky young soldier.

I like visiting Mrs. Mildred McGrew for Sunday supper and hearing her latest story about the goings on around Sierra Vista. I hope you do too. See you on Sunday at Aunt Mildred's.