Riding For My Life, Part Two: Hello, Ana
That fall Caroline’s big sister went off to college. Caroline had to confine her voyeurism to her mating parakeets. The big Thoroughbred went to a new home, and I was horseless all that winter. The...
View ArticleRiding For My Life Part Three: Wimpy
In a fit of irony, the stable owner named my bucking bronco “Wimpy,” after the very first Quarter Horse sire to be registered with the American Quarter Horse Association (AQHA) in 1940. “Wimpy” was...
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