Happy Moonday!
It’s bright and N.O.S. outside. Is supposed to be warmup to 54 today but it was a little nippy when I put the dog out.
I’m not ready to think about taxes.
I think I need a few more forms anyway.
End of an era…
The Rising Sun Ranch.
Which was actually in Ellicott City, MD, not Rising Sun, MD.
Rising Sun Ranch was a 450 acre horse farm where I boarded my horse for years. It was run by Mr. Ray, a horse trader from Tennessee. He was a damn good horse trader too. He could sell you a horse for 3-4x its value, and you’d leave with a great big smile on your face because you just put one over on that dumb hick.
I’d be shaking my head, and he’d just lift up the brim of his hat and give me a smile and a wink.
First lesson I learned from him, never drive an expensive car to go look at a horse.
The stories I could tell, about the farm and the characters I met there.
It’s a housing development now.
Has been for many years, but after it was sold I never drove past it again.
Mr. Ray has been dead for years, as well as Norman who took care of the horses. Poor Norman, he was mentally challenged and he’d be the one who would have to walk out into the fields and bring in the horses at night in the winter time. Probably 70-80 horses at any given time, and he hated my horse with a passion because my horse hated being in at night. Many a time he’d get all the horses almost to the barn and my horse would make a break for it and lead the herd back out into the fields.
My horse was half mustang, and I don’t know if that is where he got his wild streak. He wasn’t mean and was very smart, knew how to open gates and doors. He hated being confined in the barn.
He was also a lot smarter than other horses on trail rides. One time we were crossing a swampy patch and I really didn’t like the looks of it. My horse took off across it, doing a very fast extended trot with me just hanging on. We got to the other side just fine, not so for my friend. Her horse sank up to his thighs in the mud and she had a hell of a time getting him out of there.
I could probably write a book.
I love Black Sabbath… it so sucks getting old.