Speaking of Phone Calls

Donnie Gay at Glens Falls NY PBR
Photo by Liz at
BuckinJunction

I got a really cool one last night. Liz drove up to Glens Falls for the PBR, I think Enterprise Tour, event there. First, like the thoughtful person she usually is, she called me when she arrived (after getting lost, I understand, something like four times). Then she called to tell me that her row three seat was actually the front row right by the chutes.

Then she called from the arena. The din was uproarious and I could barely make out what she was saying. A garbled something something about the guy who was introducing the event. I could hear an announcer in the background, but between the phone and the echo in the arena I couldn't recognize his voice or understand just what he was saying.

Had I been able to hear his voice though I certainly would have recognized it. When Liz was a colicky little baby and we were young, broke, and living in a four-room Adirondack cabin, with no indoor plumbing, we did have TV. Since we got home late from milking here at the farm every night we ended up watching just two things while we walked the floor with her sobbing, jerking, screaming little self night after night.

Those things were Mets baseball and Mesquite Rodeo. (Check out 1986...guess who won it all that year.)
And I guess it is no wonder she loves rodeo today, as, if and when she ever fell asleep at night back in the day when she took up about a football's worth of space in my arms, it was to the sound of the guy she met last night, announcing the likes of Monty Henson and Joe Beaver back when they were riding.

Yep, she even got me an autograph when she talked to him a while last night. The announcer for the show was as well-known as any of the bulls or riders, the one and only Donnie Gay.

She promised to take a real good picture for me to post here so I will add that later, cause I don't want to wake her up. Okay...it is up there now. Thanks Liz

And tonight, I get to go too!!