Horse Pucky!

Like I said, we went Saturday to see our friends who live off Occidental Road outside Sebastopol, and these people have horses.

Now, I'm not a real horse person. I've been on the back of a horse exactly three times.

See there used to be this place somewhere off Highway 17 I think it was where you could rent horses by the hour and go riding off into the unforgiving wilderness of unincorporated Santa Clara County. This is back when I was about 14, and my friend Mike had just gotten his driver's license, and gas was like 54 cents a gallon, and I'd go driving around with him and my other juvenile delinquent friend listening to Bachman Turner Overdrive's "Not Fragile" album over and over and over again.

It was the only cassette we had.

Anyway, Mike and my friend John, who lived next door to eachother on Coolidge Drive in Santa Clara, drove me to this horse ranch up off Highway 17 or wherever it was, applied an appropriate level of peer pressure, and next thing I knew, I was sitting astride a semi-domesticated animal the size of utility shed.

Then the horse started walking!

He seemed to know where he was going, though, so I just closed my eyes and held on.

Since then, I haven't had much use for horses.

Well, except when it comes 'round to plantin' time!

And what a plantin' time we're gonna have this year! As we toured the property with Diane, our hostess, she pointed out a monumental accumulation of what we call in the heirloom vegetable business "sterile growth compound."

And, take it from Big Daddy, some of the best sterile growth compound you're gonna find on this earth comes out of the business end of a horse.

And to paraphrase Bachman Turner Overdrive, those horses have been takin' care of business and workin' overtime!

Kurt "big daddy" True
17 august 2005