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,
Lou, The Lone Curmudgeon Writes Again:
March 17, 2019 It’s a very long way from the woods of Vermont to the Rio Grande Valley in mid-New Mexico but, fortunately, Hubris gave me a good idea as to how to make the journey much easier. The first
The Lone Curmudgeon Writes Again
March 3, 2019 I rode away from Bernie’s new office/campsite with a heavy heart. As best I could see, Bernie hadn’t learned anything about the reality of the Democrat National Committee during or since his 2016 contest for the Dem’s
The Lone Curmudgeon Writes Again!
February 24, 2019 Hubris and I departed from Howie’s coffee shop more determined than ever to try to find new direction in our lives. I couldn’t go on drinking over-priced coffee and Hubris agreed that I shouldn’t have to buy
The Lone Curmudgeon Writes Again!
February 17, 2019 Hubris and I were riding out of the little border town where we had met Howie, the owner/manager of the high priced coffee shop (where Hubris had found his favorite cookie) when we came around a big
Lou, The Lone Curmudgeon Writes Again:
(The sound of a slightly undisciplined horse cantering on hard, rocky soil) “Whoa, Hubris! Settle down! Let’s stop at ol’ Lefty’s Saloon so I can get a shot or two before we ride up the hill to Jack Wright’s