Some giddyap in our gitalong.

Yesterday morning as we waited at a stoplight near Cordova and St. Francis, which is a busy intersection, a man on horseback approached on the sidewalk. He leaned down and said, "Ma'am, do you know where the Indian School is located?" Since this fellow had apparently materialized from the past, we pulled over. Mr. Phil Moore and his horse, Newt, traveled to Santa Fe all the way from Oklahoma...just the two of them, no help from a truck or trailer. As it happens, they are both perfect gentlemen.