sh!tkickers!

My pal Lynda, a Texas native, was talking rodeo today. Sophisticated New Yorker and anarcho-punk that I am, (HAR!) you have to realize I possess eclectic tastes. And I possess cowboy boots and so does my lil darlin' (who is on vacation for a couple of days and easy to rope into my dumb bloggy schemes). Every would-be Texan knows deep in his heart nothing is sexier than a lady in cowboy boots, even if his own New York self feels a little silly in them. No I don't. I feel macho and proud and like I could go ridin' off into the sunset.
So, my darlin' got her boots years ago, and how I got mine? A good story. I got mine in Miami Beach, of all places, when I worked there in the winter of 86 (good lord, if you live in the north your whole life, it is INCONCEIVABLE that it is 75 degrees on the beach in January, and the ocean temp? 75 degrees.) I grew up swimming in Connecticut and Maine, where the July Ocean temp is 53. And the air temp in July is also 53. Anyway, there were things I liked about Miami, esp. Miami Beach and the Keys, and that's where I got my sh!tkickers. For 5 bucks.

Here's George Straight, All My Exes Live in Texas....