Getting back in the saddle again isn't all that easy if you don't have a horse. However, it is a necessary activity and therefore I'm climbing up those long equine legs again to reclaim the saddle once more. Perhaps this go round I won't fall off. Now if only I had a horse. Until then, there's always Gene even if he wasn't the King of the Cowboys.
Also, if I can climb up the legs of a horse that doesn't exist to hoist myself into a saddle I don't own anymore, so can you.
Start climbing. We'll do it together.
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You always manage to inspire and make me smile, Mary. Thank you. Great memories of Gene...I used to sit in his seats at the old Angels games! Giddy-up!
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