I am one of only two cowboys in my area. When folks in the surfing and tourist town of Caloundra see me saunteriní up Main St., they stare as if Iím a polar bear skatiní on the prairie.
I hanker for news and conversation from cowboy country like a tumbleweed likes to roam, so Iíve been tryiní to a-rustle up some of those thare penpals. So far, itís been like tryiní to rope rattlers. It seems Iíve been peekiní under the wrong rocks.
Iím in my late thirties, and some of my interests include: singiní (lonesome cowboy tunes, í50ís and í60ís, country), genealogy, movies, Elvis, line danciní, writiní novels and more. I ainít meaner than a hungry grizzly or ornierín a thirsty mule.
If your squareshootiní readers know how to help me out of this predicament, Iíd shorely be smirkiní like kittens covered in cream.
P.O. Box 178
Caloundra, QLD. 4551,