I have always loved Cowboys. Perhaps it is because my Grandfather was once a cowboy in real life. He lived in Idaho, and eventually went from cows to sheep.
He passed away before I was born, but it was his joy to know I was on the way. I wish I could have met him. He could play any instrument and was once a member of a traveling country Western band.
I'm sure he's in heaven with my Daddy and they are looking down upon me and mine. Have a wonderful holiday weekend! What's left of it, that is.
