Grandkids: When did they grow up?



July 28, 2018 - 4:00 AM

At Week’s End

I’ve never forgotten the little red cowboy hat Hudson wore when we took him to the Allen County Fair to ride a pony.

He looked forward to going, and it took no coaxing for him to let the pony’s owner lift him into a saddle. I paid a dollar, and four small horses plodded off, immune to boredom of walking without a destination for two or three hours. Meander would be a good word for how they walked, not fast and absent emotion.

As Hudson came around grandma took photos; I smiled and probably said something silly, like “ride ’em cowboy.” Hang on? He was cinched into the saddle and wouldn’t have fallen off if his mount had been stung by a bee.

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