Cowboy Up!

Colorado Springs, CO

Rodeo is my life. I've taught many of America's best cowboys how to ride and rope. So it was really nice to be back home today at the Rodeo Hall of Fame. I know Jessica was here in the mid-90s with Uncle Chris, but that paled in comparison to the greeting these fine folks gave me today. Yippee ki yay, pardners.
















p.s. And speaking of the wide world of sports, I was the guest of honor at the Irish Cultural Center in Canton, MA the other day and enjoyed a Wexford vs. Tipperary hurling match. Now I've been hurling before but, wait a minute, that was a different kind of hurling. Anyway, these guys are whacked - literally!

Rocky Mountain Highs and Lows

Colorado Springs, CO

You know, this is getting boring. Once again, I beat Gibster to the top of a mountain. He ran the Pike's Peak ascent today and there I was at 14,115 feet waiting for him. Jessica and I had a lovely drive to the summit in our rental car, by the way. Gibby completed the race, but there he was staggering at the finish line and needing oxygen. He looked more like an insect that had just been sprayed with DDT than an athlete. On the other hand, I enjoyed a celebratory banana beer after the race that we bought at SwirlWine in Manitou Springs. It was a pretty easy race for me, actually.

My Night With The Knight

Boston

Now, I'm not one to stick my nose into Sir Paul McCartney's business (see photo below), but I was a little upset that he didn't play Everybody's Got Something to Hide Except for Me and my Monkey at last night's Fenway Park gig. Still, it was fun to kick back over a cold one with him last night at the Four Seasons Presidential Suite. It reminded me of those crazy days at Abbey Road in the late '60s. "Ehhhh, excuse me Ringo, could you pass the bong."