Urban Cowboy.

Jared refers to my dad as an urban cowboy. This is mostly because he once attempted to ride his horse, Apache, down a busy street to the gas station for a treat. My parents live in the middle of suburbia where riding horses on the street is a risky faux pas. Especially on wild old Apache (who once chomped my Aunt’s arm like he was bobbing for an apple). When my dad was a kid he tried to jump on a moving dump truck the way cowboys jump on moving horses. In case you are wondering, he did injure himself. I like to think that he was priming himself for the day when he could grow up to be a true urban cowboy. I love having a dad who is a little bit urban and a little bit cowboy. The combination is truly unbeatable. He is a free spirit and I really admire that about him. I hope to find a way to be a little less worried about the things that inhibit me and more focused on letting loose my own inner urban cowboy.