THE FLOAT TRIP
When Brownlow and Kristy heard the banjos, they started paddling like two maniacs.
We worked our boring jobs during the week and slogged our way through college classes in the evenings, looking forward to the weekend rendezvous.
As for myself, I was all gussied up in a big ol’ felt cowboy hat with a feathered band, a shiny silver buckle slapped onto a cowhide leather belt with my name stenciled on the back, and brown leather Durango cowboy boots.