Well, it blew pretty steady, yesterday, and I was over in a little town, kinda up in the hills, trimmin' burros and mules. Don't know why exactly, but, time I got home and fed, it was all I could do cook some supper and hit the bunk.
So, back to the Barnyard trail and I'm gonna take another turn here, try to keep this simple; my favorite rule a thumb, the "Kiss" principal, keep it simple, silly. 'Cause, end a the day, I wonder if this story about Barnyard, Rusty, isn't just a story about how different people can be, and how their experiences color the way they see the world.
I know, back in the fifties and sixties, along with the "TV Westerns" there were a lot of "Big Screen" Westerns and almost everybody, either heard of, or remembers John Wayne. And, it's kinda funny 'cause I knew people like him, but all to say, there definitely came a point in my life, where I had to admit, "I am not like that!". Heck, I had a brother, one a those amazing people, seemed like whatever he put his mind to, it just turn to gold; handsome, popular, an amazin' athlete, you name it.
But, I remember a dream I had, when I was fairly young; twelve or so. Same dream, every night; lasted several weeks. Simple, really; jist of it, nobody really knew anybody. Whole thing was a shadow game, smoke and mirrors, but the scary part, was not knowin' my own self. All I could do was cry when I woke up and, a course, young as I was, I couldn't explain it to anyone.
But, it seems, it took me 'till my late teens, tryin' ta be like my brother, 'fore I could admit, I wasn't him and start ta look for myself. So, I guess what I'm sayin' is, there might be a lot of people, look at life as a matter of "doin", but the circumstances of my life, kinda left me with a big question of "seein". And, it's really pretty funny; I feel like, maybe, ever since I had those dreams, I've tried ta "do" so many things. Now, here I am, fifty years later, and maybe over all those years and all that "doin", the question remains, and maybe even stronger, "ok, but do you see?".
So, I think this is the "bottom of the barrel"; with a different sort of meanin'. Kinda like the heart of my story about Rusty, and me. Now, let's see if I can find my way back to the horse.
Have a nice night.
Best,
