Today a cowboy
tomorrow a novelist. I was going to be a potential juror tomorrow, but they've unsummoned me. I'm kind of disappointed. Maybe I should stay home and write.

I went in to work today with a neon green shirt, a carriage on my bolo tie, and a courtesyWild Bill's straw cowboy hat. From the waist up, I was a poorly dressed cowboy. From the waist down, it was even worse. The first two coworkers that I encountered stared at me, but didn't say a word. Finally I said, "It's Halloween." "Oh," they said. Then one said, "I wonder at what age one stops dressing up and just thinks of this as another day."

"I was thinking the same thing last night and I decided I didn't want to find out."

Yee-freakin'-haw.