[AGL] Ride like the wind

[michelemason]

Gerry, there is no passion to equal a oneness with your horse, looking 
across mile and mile of open land. I would gladly die to go that way. 
However, this is not about horse lovers, or haters. This is about being 
sued by someone who has a wreck with a horse on the hwy—they take your 
land! There's nothing romantic about it. Of course I love these horses, 
but I would be ruined and homeless without my land.  Please, this is 
not a game, or hobby.  mm


On Jul 13, 2006, at 12:35 PM, Gerry wrote:

> Living in the midst of a cattle culture  I see horses everyday. There 
> are some small herds of cowboy ponies that I always enjoy observing 
> (at a distance), beautiful beasts.
>  
> I thought about Michelle the other day when I saw a trailer full of 
> horses at the main crossroads with a sign that read "horses for sale". 
> I counted four of them in the trailer, all bridled and ready to show. 
> It has been a hard year for the hard scrabble ranchers here in beyond 
> severe drought country.
>  
> My neighbors are mostly horse people and we get along fine. I have 
> seen some marvelous displays of horsemanship during my tenure here. A 
> number of girls and young women among the mounted crews that move the 
> cattle from pasture to pasture.
>  
> One of my friends, a California retiree with a big bankroll and 
> unrealistic ambitions, bought a couple of horses. He went to "horse 
> classes" for a time. I saw him in the saddle once and realized that he 
> was a disaster waiting to happen, no natural feel for the horse at 
> all. The first one which broke his hip socket occurred when he was 
> feeding them one day and foolishly stood in the gate while they rushed 
> through. The second one got him when the horse reared while was 
> mounted, he fell off and got stomped a little. This one resulted in a 
> crushed pelvis, long recovery, sometimes still uses a cane. He has 
> moved to town and no longer has horses.
>  
> Rode a few as a boy but wasn't around them at the right time and 
> developed no affection for them. But I have observed that "horse 
> fever", a passion that overtakes some people who embrace horses is 
> often incurable. I prefer baseball.
>  
> G
>  
>  
>> ----- Original Message -----
>> From: Frances Morey
>> To: survivors' reminiscences about Austin Ghetto Daze in the 60s
>> Sent: Thursday, July 13, 2006 10:36 AM
>> Subject: Re: [AGL] Ride like the wind
>>
>> Michele,
>> I stopped liking horses when one of Tom Sutherland's Arabians tried 
>> to run under a low hanging limb to scrape me off its back. I had to 
>> hang off his side and ride like an Indian. My attitude was reinforced 
>> at a chili cook-off when a slow moving horse tangled his legs up in a 
>> low strung rope and tumbled. It was like slow motion and I was able 
>> to jump clear of having my leg crushed under the weight of the 
>> falling horse. Then there was the unfortunate demise of Chris 
>> Reeves...
>> you get the picture? As far as my love affair with animals goes I am 
>> down to a four guppies, four angels, five danios, and two albino 
>> catfish.
>> My advice is is to extricate yourself from the "country" and find a 
>> niche in town. Admitting to yourself that you can no longer do 
>> everything you would like to saves a lot of wasteful angst and 
>> regret. My lawyer and best friend at age 64 suffered a stroke two 
>> weeks ago and is not likely to recover. It makes sense to rethink 
>> priorities when we reach our sixties as our time draws neigh.
>> Best,
>> Frances
>>
>>
>> michelemason <coltrane at ev1.net> wrote:
>>> Frances, Sorry to interfere, but lost the list out of my book 
>>> somehow.
>>> URGENT! HELP NEEDED. Are there any real cowboys on the list. Found my
>>> gelding outside the fence this am—a hole somewhere. As you know I am
>>> too disabled to find and mend it. No hands available out here right
>>> now. Managed to pen, hay and water, but pens are flimsy as is fence. 
>>> I
>>> have a good notion, or two where the break is. ALSO, good to speak
>>> Spanish as one side is up against Mex bar and a Mex junkyard. The 
>>> road
>>> is on their side. It wouldn't be the first time a drunk ran thru it 
>>> and
>>> just drove off. No new people speak English out here. Will this
>>> message get to everyone?
>>>
>>>
>>> On Jul 13, 2006, at 2:16 AM, Frances Morey wrote:
>>>
>>> > Ewie,
>>> > Thank you for sharing your sojourn. The sights made it all the more
>>> > enjoyable and immediate. Your pictures are all the more impressive 
>>> for
>>> > having been accomplished the "old fashioned way," using film. You 
>>> do
>>> > have an eye for capturing the beauty of a scene.
>>> > It was a pleasant surprise seeing you at Jackson's memorial. I am
>>> > still new at filing, retrieving and sending pictures but 
>>> will attempt
>>> > to document (and make the web site you described) of my upcoming
>>> > trip. I am calling it my mid-America tour--departing for Chicago on
>>> > Aug. 5. Like SF in '03, the visit to this city is a first for me. 
>>> More
>>> > as it unfolds. Is there a way to send a slide show and if so can 
>>> it be
>>> > done without overloading most servers?
>>> > Best,
>>> > Frances
>>> >
>>> > Bill Irwin wrote:
>>> >> I am glad that I had the opportunity to attend Jaxon's funeral.  I
>>> >> really hadn't keep up with Jaxon's career since he left San 
>>> Francisco
>>> >> to return to Texas.  The funeral gave me a chance to hear about 
>>> his
>>> >> "other life" as historian.  My connection to Jaxon come from the 
>>> days
>>> >> of the Rip Off Press.  For a while I lived in his house on Portero
>>> >> Hill with Moriarty.  Unknown to some is that the Rip Off was also
>>> >> somewhat of a do it your self vanity press. One of these projects 
>>> was
>>> >> the printing of a collection of Jaxon's drawings and paintings 
>>> from
>>> >> '62 to '69.  Jaxon supplied the paper and drawings, Rip Off the 
>>> ink
>>> >> and press, and I did all the work for free.  The work was called
>>> >> "Exile Into Consciousness" a very rare item.  I think we also did 
>>> a
>>> >> reprint of "God Nose" this way.  Neither sold and had a very small
>>> >> circulation.  The last time I saw Jaxon, a few years ago at a 
>>> party
>>> >> in Austin, he remembered the effort and thanked me once again for 
>>> my
>>> >> part.   His funeral was kind of inspiring in that may people from 
>>> the
>>> >> historian community spoke of Jaxon's historical work and its
>>> >> importance.  One that impressed me was a man from a Texas/Mexican
>>> >> group who praised Jaxon for bringing to light the importance of
>>> >> Mexicans in Texas history, particularly the story of Juan Segiun. 
>>> >> Another proof of the importance of history and its retelling.   I
>>> >> also had the chance to chat it up with a number ghettoits at the
>>> >> funeral.
>>> >>  
>>> >> Here are a couple of photos of Jaxon I would like to share with 
>>> you.
>>> >>  
>>> >> Jaxon as the serious painter, 1969.
>>> >>  
>>> >> Jaxon at the Rip Off Press.
>>> >>  
>>> >> Self portrait from "Exile Into Consciousness".
>>> >>  
>>> >>  
>>> >> On with the road trip:
>>> >>  
>>> >> I did have one prophetic dream on the trip.  The problem with 
>>> dreams
>>> >> of premonition is that hey are mostly over produced and over
>>> >> dramatized making them easy to dismiss.
>>> >> The dream: I dreamed that I went to this location in Florida that 
>>> I
>>> >> wanted to visit.  The first part of the dream I saw my truck 
>>> parked
>>> >> in sand or maybe stuck in sand, it wasn't that clear what was
>>> >> happening.  I went to see the sights and when I returned to the 
>>> truck
>>> >> I found that something had run into the right rear of the truck.  
>>> The
>>> >> right side of the camper-shell was all broken up and the right 
>>> rear
>>> >> fender was also severely  damaged.  Parked on the right side of my
>>> >> truck was a large van, the kind that is often used to deliver 
>>> stuff. 
>>> >> It didn't seem to be damaged and I couldn't figure if it was the
>>> >> vehicle that hit my truck or not.  All this visualization was 
>>> done in
>>> >> high drama.
>>> >> What happened: The next day I almost decided not to go to this
>>> >> location because of the dream but decided not to pay attention to
>>> >> that kind of stuff.  I arrived at the location and all the soil 
>>> was
>>> >> sandy as was the place I parked.  I backed into the parking spot 
>>> and
>>> >> hit a small tree that I didn't see, since the truck was going
>>> >> very slow and has a strong rear bumper I didn't think much of the
>>> >> incident and went to see the sights with out checking.  When I
>>> >> returned I went to the rear of the truck to get a cold drink, then
>>> >> noticed that the right rear tail-light was damaged - the plastic 
>>> part
>>> >> was all broken up.  Parked on the right side of my truck was a 
>>> van, a
>>> >> small Jeep SUV.
>>> >>  
>>> >> I'll have to make a note to pay more attention to premonitions.
>>> >>  
>>> >> One of the places I visited was Roswell, NM.  There I learned of 
>>> the
>>> >> shocking medical treatment that is afforded to our aliens.  You 
>>> would
>>> >> think that such a rich country could do more to help aliens in 
>>> need. 
>>> >> Somebody should do something about this sad situation.
>>> >>  
>>> >> Roswell, New Mexico
>>> >>  
>>> >> One of the places I always like to visit in the Southwest is the
>>> >> Painted Desert/ Petrified Forest - I like the strange weathered
>>> >> formations there.  There is also a free camping place at the back
>>> >> door there.
>>> >>  
>>> >> Arizona
>>> >>  
>>> >> Finally, a few notes about the world of the dust:
>>> >>  
>>> >> Dust live in a world of their own.  Their world is a delusion 
>>> often
>>> >> involving visions of grandeur and their importance in the world. 
>>> >> Mostly it is an artificial construct designed to support their
>>> >> delusions when really it is a made-up facade.
>>> >>  
>>> >> Las Vegas
>>> >>  
>>> >>  
>>> >> Dust are attracted to bright lights, the sense of novelty, the
>>> >> trendy, they think the flashy is a sign of advancement.
>>> >>  
>>> >> Las Vegas
>>> >>  
>>> >> One of the saddest things is what happens to dust when there is an
>>> >> evil wind blowing.  They are caught up in a swirling cloud of
>>> >> emotions.  Their capacity for reason is destroyed.  They do what 
>>> they
>>> >> would never ordinarily do.  They are blown about with no control.
>>> >>  
>>> >>  
>>> >>  
>>> >> Zen-hearted, washed free of all desire
>>> >> never again will I wander the noisy dust.
>>> >> - Shih-shu
>>> >>  
>>> >> Aloha, have a good trip
>>> >> Ewie
>>> > Do you Yahoo!?
>>> > Everyone is raving about the all-new Yahoo! Mail Beta.
>>  Do you Yahoo!?
>> Everyone is raving about the all-new Yahoo! Mail Beta.
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