NOTE: Dedicated to Robert and Ivette, on their wedding day. These are some awesome Christians. They were engaged at the time when Don and I shared with them the NotForSale Campaign story. Shortly thereafter, they added contributions to NotForSale as one of the gift possibilities on their wedding registry. +++
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I could have said hawks and falcons, but then I would not have had all the B’s in the title. Art is important after all, and Buteo is the genus for some of these rapacious birds. It has been a long and hot day, and with 724 miles behind me now, I needed some creativity. I am in Amarillo now, and in the comfort of what is essentially a log cabin tent with air conditioning, I am winding down. My writing this evening has to take us back to yesterday after I was done journaling.
Notable from last night was this group of photographers from Wichita Falls, who were at Fort Griffin to see a cowboy poet that was performing there. We talked for a while, and they invited me to attend a cowboy church in Wichita Falls today. Service would start at 10 in the morning, but they recommended that I would get there at nine to get a good seat. More about this later.
We then went an listened to the poet for a while. He performed in an open field, often taking sips of water with lemon juice, which he said should help him get over this bronchitis which has been plaguing him since February. He read poems about horses, appaloosas to be precise, revealing in his discourse their uniquely tricky nature. He read poems about getting sick as a kid, from eating green fruits. It did bring some very precise memories, which I shall not detail here. He praised bailing wire, and lamented its disappearance from the markets, and he talked about wonderful red birds, which turned out to be coke cans, once he put his reading glasses on.
There was also an astronomer there, who patiently showed people the M13 something or another, along with the Sagittarius constellation, shaped like a tea kettle, pouring over Scorpio.
It was finally time to call it the day, so I packed myself into the tent, and went to sleep, incredibly early for me, at 9:00 pm. I woke up repeatedly, and transitioned between s