Job#2
Life is funny
On my route, taking one foot in front of the other, I stopped at that stables on the beach.
I'd been thinking about the salty sighs for too long.
I was following my hands really, they wanted to do this.
I asked Woody if I could help
Woody offered me a job
I haven't ridden in years
That's okay, just hop on that Appaloosa there. okay now turn right, now turn left
I have tevas on, jeans rolled to my knees, I'd been at the beach earlier.
Do you want to start today?
Work weekends
Okay
Woody gave me a salty newcomer, nameless, tender mouthed, rolly spirit.
Led the trail, rode the beach.
This is my new job
Later Woody told me his life story.
A Mexican-American man in his late 50's who grew up in Louisiana. When he was in the Army a buddy of his told him that his wife made more money than him as a hairdresser. So that's what Woody came home from Hong Kong to do. He opened three salons, one was a 24 hour salon, and a bar in San Francisco. He ran them for eleven years, then sold it all and went to shoeing horses. Bought ranches ran trails ever since.
You were a hair stylist?
uh-huh
Oh yeah he's choppin my hair one of these days. Woody wants to teach me everything, shots, stitches, all sorts of hair, um I mean horse care.
Okay.