Nope. No cowboy blood in me. No wild west spirit yearning to break loose within me.
And how do I know this?
Well, I decided, since I had a long lunch break, to ride the mechanical horse in the game room. It’s one of those things I’ve kind of wanted to do for a while, and so I seized the opportunity and did it. So I got on, fed the horse my quarters, and then went out to the wild west. I should have bought a hat in softlines first, and then gone riding. But no. Still, I was having a blast, really hamming it up pretending to swing a lasso and saying, “Hi-yo, Silver!”
Let’s put it this way: The Lone Ranger I am not. End of story, but it was fun, and funny.