Saturday, August 4, 2012

Walking the Dog, Walking Trails I Did With My Horse Moonshine When I Was But A Child of Twelve

The old Farmer made the trip without incident and loves exploring the yard. "Four score and seven years ago, our fathers....." You put that tall, black, stovepipe hat on him, and you too will experience Abe's presence.

First down Lutge, then to Chavez, then to Riverside Drive. That's our morning walk. Today and tomorrow we will go a different way instead of going by the studios.

Ellie is still able to go on long walks; Augustus is now too old for that.

Burbank is an equestrian town for horse lovers.

This place has horse shows, competitions, horse boarding, grooming, and exercising.

We ate at this restaurant a few years ago. It wasn't great food, and it was poor service. They sill haven't brought me my Sprite.

Monica's old haunts; old memories; forgotten days and forgotten acquaintances.

Pat's daily walking has kept him healthy; he is like a man in his mid-fifties instead of his seventies.

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