Well it's good to be home. The short tour in Bryan/College Station is over and I'm certain I didn't want to spend Christmas at the "EZ".
Christmas at the Sarratt Place was very nice this year. It was quiet but I think that was a good thing.
Christmas at the Sarratt Place was very nice this year. It was quiet but I think that was a good thing.
Just to be home sitting on the couch with Domenica and taking in a movie or two was relaxing.
But it wasn't always that way. I can remember one Christmas when I was on the road. A dirt road to be specific. It was back in the 1880's when I rode with the Legendary Jesse James.
No, I didn't rob any trains. I was his PA media escort. He was so famous that I had to make his appointments to meet with the press and dime novelists.
Anyway, we were riding on a long dusty trail in Missouri on December 24th, 1883. Jesse wanted to stop into town and see Santa. I advised him not to because I knew the press would be all over the Santa event in town and someone might recognize him.
Sure enough, as Jesse was on Santa's lap someone recognized him and he had to leave town in a hurry. The picture above is me in the saloon with BOB, the guy that recognized Jesse.
It was a long time before I met up again with Jesse.
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