More about the neighbor

Hello,

The TV recycling neighbor had on a rather ratty cowboy hat. He talked about how he loved to ride horses. “Where’s the horse?” I wanted to know.

“Kentucky,” he replied.

“Well that is not next door,” I commented.

He agreed, but hoped to get there sometime. Then these two guys started talking about riding the bulls. I was a little skeptical, “You have done that? And did you fall off.”

“Yes, but it isn’t really falling off, it is being forced off,” and they laughed. They both had broken bones because of experiencing that in just a matter of seconds or minutes.  The friend showed us the scars on his arm. They were lengthy strips among the tattoos. They both agreed it was a great adrenalin rush because of the power and the risks. At that point our neighbor pulled up his shirt and I gasped at the length and breathe of the dark curved scar coming down from his armpit to the lower portion of his ribs.  It certainly looked like a steer horn. Leroy did not say anything until when we were alone, but he also was shocked at the angry flesh. Certainly the worst scar I have ever seen or hope to see.

Our rabbit ears have developed a broken wire that Leroy cannot fix. Our landlord has a habit of keeping things that might have a use so I asked about rabbit ears. The response was, “No we threw all of them away.”

Just now they called and said, “We found another box of junk and we think there are two rabbit ears in it. You are welcome to have them.”

They are much newer than the ones we had and they work. How cool is that. Give something away and get just what you need back.

Paula