Where a man's word and handshake are yet his bond.
Where youngsters yet address adults as M'aam and Sir.
Where we don't take friendships lightly while at the same time
can look a man in the eye and speak our minds.
Where we don't like government, of any level, butting into our
lives.
Where we think of politicians like cockroaches. We know they're
going to take something with them, and that doesn't bother us. It's
what they mess up while they're here that's aggravating.
Here's a picture of last Saturday evening's sunset. A State
High School Rodeo event where there were over a hundred
horse trailers from as far as six hours away.
Welcme to My World

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