Ye-Haw
This morning, bright and early, Dennis and his son, Ken, left in the red Ford pickup for the far reaches of Nebraska to visit rancher friends. It’s branding time as the ranchers take a head count of cattle roaming the open pasture lands. Dennis and several others would go yearly for hunting in the era of the 60s and 70s. Ken even spent one of his summers as a teen helping with the ranch work of cattle.
Dennis doesn’t have a bucket list per say, but when Ken came from Arizona for a family funeral this last week, it was almost meant to be that father and son would make tracks back to Nebraska and revisit times gone by.
I got the full lecture from Dennis of the livestock chores here on Stauffer Avenue that I need to attend to while he is gone. Ah yes . . . the cats and the Koi. I have it totally under control, and no doubt Dennis will be doing his own head count when he returns.
Dennis and I had been preparing in the event this trip would materialize for him. The list went something like this: yard work: check; patio furniture put away: check; the last mowing of the yards: check; house washed off: check; and instructions for me not to use any type of ladder while he was gone: check.
I know the guys are going to enjoy the trip. It’s quite difficult for these two not to find something to visit about and whatever is spoken of in the little red Ford pickup . . . stays in the little red Ford pickup.