The Dancing Guy of Hamilton

I see this guy every couple of weeks near my house, just jammin’ to his headphones and kick-steppin’ it down the street like he hasn’t got a care in the world. We always called him The Dancing Cowboy; for a while, he wore a ten-gallon hat, leathers, and fancy boots. He’s a real person who lives in my town, a character that fell out of someone’s story and landed in Hamilton. It happens around here a lot more than you’d think. More than any other place I’ve ever lived in.

I just wanted to share...