A Wise Old Cowboy Once Said …

As a child I heard a number of then-cryptic or opaque remarks from adults that stuck with me and seem more and more apt.

One came from an ancient ranch-hand who was a permanent resident in one of the rooms of my father’s hotel. He had been around in the late 19th century when there still was something of a Wild West and a Frontier. More than anyone I knew, he seemed diminished by having to spend his days in town and sleeping in a couple small rooms. But he couldn’t even walk down stairs any more. He spent a lot of time sipping cup after cup of weak coffee at the cafeteria counter.

During slack times when I was working behind that counter, the old dude would reminisce about the “Open Spaces” and his years helping herd cattle and sheep. He was especially fond of afternoons when he could be utterly alone — no sign of human activity as far as he could see. That was the real Open Spaces.

He knew that was less and less possible. One day he said something strange:

“When there’s no more Open Spaces, all that will be left is pounding on each other.”

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