"Howdy Ma'am"

I left the Residence Inn this morning and a guy was coming in while I was going out.  He had jeans and a red checkered shirt and an eight, maybe, ten gallon cowboy hat on. He drawled, "Howdy, Ma'am."  I think I said good morning although I almost said, "Howdy, Pardner," back.  I wondered if he'd been out to warm up his truck or to feed oats to his horse. I looked back to see if he was wearing spurs, but he'd already gone in the building....

This after-rainy-noon, I walked the cute downtown area of Grand Junction. They have an Art on the Corner exhibit and have redone their two lane Main Street to be a winding serpent of a road with benches and outdoor seating everywhere. It looks like a pretty fun place to shop and bakery- or bar-hop. Just not by myself. Not today.  I hung out in a bagel shop and read some more of Rebecca.