Have a great day, O_D.
When I think of the life I have led, from beginning to now, I think I owe somebody part of my largesse.
No, I know I owe........ Funny, the blurts on the Sax in Night Train is what made me think of the Buster's flatulence... Funny thing about Buster, I always snuke him the extra oats, and when I was about 14, he nailed me with one of those big back feet of his, and tore my leg up pretty good. Thankfully, he was one of the horses in the teams, and he had rubber shoes on when he kicked me...
Remember that Dan and I were about a mile and a half from home, and we made that distance like a racehorse and jockey.
Only thing, we were going up and down hills, and were on trails that were only as wide as the horse, and I. Doctor said he could not stitch the wound, cause "you cannot stitch hamburger".... Then for about two months I had to go in every week to get the wound worked on so that it would heal from the bottom-up.... Still carry the scar..... Loved those horses then, and still do... Never, never, never met a horse, dog, cat or cow that I did not like.
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