G & I sat at a booth all day displaying the wood from Desert Winds Gallery. The best part is meeting and talking to people.
G has a style that hasn’t changed for the 25 years I have known him- Wranglers, T-shirt, Boots, Cowboy hat. I am so used to it I don’t realize his attire is unusual to some.
One of the browsing customers had a conversation with him that went like this:
Man in a pink shirt, scruffy goatee- “My wife I do competitive line dancing and she wants me to wear a cowboy hat like that but I don’t know how.”
G- “You put it on your head.”
Me- Shake my head (There’s nobody quicker).
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