When I was real young I played baseball in an empty lot with all the neighbourhood kids. I was the last one picked till they discovered I had a pretty good throw then I moved up the ranks from outfield to short stop to pitcher. Right across the street from that empty lot in the basement suite of an old house lived a kid my age, Teddy Foulkes. I felt sorry for him. His dad drank heavy and there was a pile of kids in the family all living in that basement. They didn’t have much.
I didn’t know till many years later that Teddy’s dad was a cowboy, Dickie Foulkes. I’ve gained a whole new appreciation for that man after our experience. Can kind of understand the drinking. I don’t ( drink ) but there are days I wish there was a way to make the pain let up some. I share with that man ‘Kind of a hard come down from a high horse’.
Here’s my favorite song dedicated to Dickie and us and all the displaced cowboys in the world who miss that simple life we all loved.