Where History Stands Still…
April 20, 2007
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One blog I never fail to read is this one: “Confessions of a Pioneer Woman”.
“As Marlboro Man and I were driving around the ranch the other day, I
quietly wondered if there exists a spot—any spot—on our land where
one could stand and be completely unaware of what century it is. Even
though our ranch is remote and open, there is still the occasional
sight of telephone wires or modern metal fence posts or paved roads or
cell phone towers here and there. So I decided I’m going to find that
spot. That one spot on our ranch that looks the same now as it did a
hundred years ago. And when I do, I’m going to stand there by myself
and look around. And breathe. And sing Ethel Merman songs at the top of
my lungs, because no one will be around to hear me. Except the cows and
the horses. And while I’m not so worried about those docile bovine
creatures, I think the wild mustangs just might charge me.
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