Decades ago – on a flight from Northern Cali to Southern, an unscheduled landing was made & THIS guy boards.
My heart be still…
Disembarking in SoCal, I couldn’t resist intruding as we waited for luggage – and asked to shake his hand.
He turns toward me – gives a fast up n down and says, as he’s now holding my arm “we can do better” pulling me toward him, and kisses me Roundly!
One perfect movie type smooch… Gives me a short final glance, a wink & that very same smile and moves off with his luggage & a couple of people who were with him.
Glenn Ford …
Took me many seconds to regain my wits to move on, myself.
Memories and Cowboys never die & as it turns out – barely fade away.
One if the best voices in Country Cowboy music. Rex Allen…
Listened to him a lot – also decades ago.
When I lived in Northern CA in the 70’s, I was a State of CA Animal Control Officer – working in the Eureka & surrounding areas. Part of the duties required doing radio & TV ads to gain donations & heighten awareness against animal abuse & abandonment.
His son, Rex Allen Jr., was running that part of the station at the time – so I had to work with him to get the spots done correctly. (What in earth was RA Jr. doing in this area? Never discovered it.)
Was exciting & kinda overwhelming to find out who this fellow was & he was a great director – of course.
Another super Friday Flashback.
The Legendary Tom Mix.
Back in the day, Tucson AZ used to be the go to area for many film stars to retreat.
Many of them were heavy alcohol consumers too. Tom kinda rode in that category. A lot of these folks befriended locals, including ranchers.
Deep Wells Ranch, North & West of Tucson – closer to Florence, AZ was a Tom Mix favorite apparently.
Don’t know who owned it at that point, but I was invited to a BBQ & met the current owner operators of that time.
Stan Jolly & his crew. This was in 1994 – I believe.
There were about 20 or so people & a few of us saddled up & went riding. I’ll expand on this further down – under sub-title ‘The Ride’.
During the course of the day I discovered Tom’s basic relationship to Deep Wells.
The end point being – his last visit may have likely been filled with partying; weather was turning to heavy rain; Tom decides to head back to Tucson before the 5 +/- miles of dirt roads in & out of ranch HQ, turn to muck and mire.
He leaves in his Cadillac.
That was the last he was seen of, until discovered in a wash, beside the main highway; could’ve been too slick; likely driving too fast while feeling too good.
There’s a very nice monument commemorate of Tom, not far from – Cadillac Wash.
In Tucson not far from where I lived, was a favorite spot I liked to visit. It was a western boot & leather shop. I’d been going in & out for several months & one day get to chatting with a gal who apparently ordered her leather through the shop.
Sally? Was Sally her name?
In short about her – she was contracted to build many of the Star Trek sets!
She’s the one who urged me to “come to the BBQ – it’ll be fun!” Well, I didn’t know her, but decided my dog & I would try it.
I’m not a very good crowd-of-any-size person at this point, but wasn’t too uncompfy at this do – especially with the pending goof-off ride.
The horse they assigned was “green broke – so be careful.” Well, Hmmmmm.
He ground handled well, & was decent on he 20 minute or so ride – then while on an easy lope back to HQ – he does a genuine runnaway job. Jeezuz…
Oh yeah – I felt that build & break – but wasn’t quick enough to stop it.
Am pulling to one side to turn his head gradually & slow him down – he was BOOKIN!!!
And as we blast past the crowd of on- lookers, he had to slow more cuz of the continuing acute angle on his head & neck by then.
Horse is smart enough to know to yield rather than crash. Good boy!
A few folks were concerned … I got down and began rubbing his neck & poll; had him spit the bit so I could check his mouth, patted some more & led him back toward the corrals.
Jolly fast steps over asks if I’m ok & says “quite a show you put on”…I laugh & say”yep, that’s me – entertainment to maximum”.
He says he’ll put the horse up – I say, naw – I’ll finish what I started – & did.
A few weeks later I was asked to be a rider in their roundup – need all the good riders they could gather. Plan on a week…
I considered this thoroughly before agreeing – Cholla cactus like dangerous weeds cover that ranch pretty much without relief. Get some on your horse – could be rodeo time.
I asked for, and got, my original mount. They thought I was a bit nuts at this – but I got him.
He turned into one of the best working horses I’ve ever ridden – and was reigning smooth as silk at the end of that week.
Sometimes – just takes a woman’s hand & mind. 😋
Sure – the roundup part has some story as well, but leaving THAT for later too…
First genuine black eye (and last, to date anyway) I ever achieved… 😁