Tails and Tales
My editor fancies herself as a horse-woman. Not the polo type, more the cowgirl rider. I don’t like that word, in fact either of them. However, I have plenty to do and changing the English (American) language is not a priority today. Who knows what the morrow will bring. Mind you, we live under an administration of ‘change’ so perhaps I should get with the program. I can see why my editor says I am a man of many words. I hate it though when she mumbles under her breath something about quality and quantity. I have learned not to challenge her too often—she has the last word…the quality word. Anyway, we decide it is time to go horseback riding again. Since we were married, this will be the third time. First ride was at the end of 1974, second in 2009 and now we are fairly experienced riders. We have closed the gap somewhat. ‘Your horse is “Diamond-X” and your wife’s is Shorty,’ the woman says to me. I look at my steed and wonder how I am going to get into that saddle. The stirrup is so...