May 19, 2019 The ride to Lefty’s place was totally refreshing. Even Hubris was in a good mood in spite of the fact that I didn’t have one of Howie’s alfalfa and sun roasted oats cookies to give him. However,
Lou, The Lone Curmudgeon, Writes Again
May 12, 2019 (with a slight delay for medical reasons) I woke up the next morning clear headed but a bit depressed by the words I had written on my yellow note pad. A little political chicanery—like Lefty’s inside
Lou, The Lone Curmudgeon
May 12, 2019 Advises that this blog is temporarily delayed by advancing (much too rapidly!) arthritis and needs the care of, at least, 20 qualified nurses. He says he will be back to writing soon-that is, as soon as he
Lou, The Lone Curmudgeon Writes Again:
May 5, 2019 I sometimes wonder whether horses have an easier time going uphill than they do going downhill. As a young ranch hand in Wyoming, (1958, Jackson Hole, on the White Grass Ranch) I rode a lot of different
Lou, The Lone Curmudgeon, Writes Again
April 28, 2019 I came back from my very short visit to the little house out in the trees with a light head—from the smoke of the special smoking tobacco that I had given to my friend as a present
Lou, The Lone Curmudgeon, Writes Again
April 21, 2019 Hubris knew that something special was going to happen as he watched me hitch the horse trailer to my old Chevy pick-up, fill the water tank in the trailer, load a partial bale of alfalfa hay into
Lou, The Lone Curmudgeon, Writes Again
April 14, 2019 The shock of seeing the new look at Lefty’s place didn’t wear off quickly. In fact, I spent the entire time it took getting back to our little ranch pondering how Lefty’s leadership group and their big
Lou, The Lone Curmudgeon, Writes Again!
April 7, 2019 Hubris had learned the way to Lefty’s saloon from Howie’s place by heart. So, I was very happy that I could just come along for the ride because my mind was totally occupied by the chaos and
Lou, The Lone Curmudgeon, Writes Again
March 31, 2019 As Hubris and I were making our way on the little path through the boulders to Howie’s place of business I found myself thinking: “Robert probably didn’t even slam the door behind him when he picked
Lou, The Lone Curmudgeon Writes Again
March 24, 2019 Whenever I’m trying to solve a really perplexing problem, I pack my saddle bags with a few apples, a package of beef jerky, a couple of mason jars full of old Kentucky bourbon, tie an extra blanket,