Bob Wright
Hawkeye
Yesterday was Sunday, Feb. 23rd. I got up fixed and ate my breakfast and wahsed up my dishes. I had determined to skip the Sundqy School time and attend the morning worship only. Afterchurch I was invited ou to join someothers for lunch, but I declined. I wanted a quick lunch and go home as I was tiring out. I elected to eat at a Wendy's closer to my home.
As I got my order and was seated, I noticed a group of four, one of whom was a petite lady, wearing a fringed overshirt of suede or some other buckskin look alike. She also had on a pair of sueded leather cowgirl boots.
She looked my way and got up and came toward me, beaming and with arms outstretched. A glance showed my no one was behind me and she was heading for me! She flung her arms around me telling me she loved my hat and boots. How old was I, and she told me she was 85 years old. She said a few more words about my attire and finally went back to her group.
Wonder what she would have done had she noticed the .45 Blackhawk on my hip?
Bob Wright
As I got my order and was seated, I noticed a group of four, one of whom was a petite lady, wearing a fringed overshirt of suede or some other buckskin look alike. She also had on a pair of sueded leather cowgirl boots.
She looked my way and got up and came toward me, beaming and with arms outstretched. A glance showed my no one was behind me and she was heading for me! She flung her arms around me telling me she loved my hat and boots. How old was I, and she told me she was 85 years old. She said a few more words about my attire and finally went back to her group.
Wonder what she would have done had she noticed the .45 Blackhawk on my hip?
Bob Wright