Today’s Customers Want a Barefooted Cowboy

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Yes, that photo is really me at eight years old with my younger cousin, Rick Bell. Rick was from Savannah and would come to visit me for a week at my rural home almost every summer. We pretty much lived in the woods and didn’t even turn “cowboys” off when we came to the dinner table. Two things to notice about this photo. I’m barefooted, and I’m wearing twin pearl-handled pistols.  We only had one cowboy hat, so we took turns wearing it.

 

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