by Dan Weber
Gene Autry made 93 movies. As of this writing I’ve seen 83 of them. They’re all exactly the same, and yet completely different. One of my favorite things to do is to spend a perfectly good Sunday afternoon with a grilled cheese sandwich an ice cold Miller High-Life down in the basement watching some old Western. I’m not real particular so if I’ve seen it before I’ll probably watch it again. I may even sneak a little nap in.
The thing is, as I’ve gotten older I appreciate the simplicity of Old West---or at least the one that’s portrayed on the silver screen. There are good guys and bad guys and still something to be said for honesty, integrity, a ‘code’ of sorts, occasionally drinking whiskey for breakfast, and always tipping your hat to a pretty girl. So I wrote this like you’d write a ‘Will’, sort of instructions of what I’d like my friends to do when my time has come. Head up Highway 142 about 10 miles, bring my guitar and a little bourbon. Go another mile past the bridge, then up the dirt drive on the left. The rest is up to you. Oh, and in case you’re wondering, ‘John 5:28’ in the New King James Version is: “Do not marvel at this; for the hour is coming in which all who are in the graves will hear His voice.” That was pure serendipity…
This is dedicated to Jessica and Matt in Tucson, AZ, and with a big tip of my Stetson to their Dad ‘Bob’. R.I.P. Cowboy.