The reformed cowboy turned hippy calls after his old black Lab mix, slowly making his way across my line of sight, tired and longing for home as his master beckons for him. He was dressed in all-cream-white linen pants and vest, a crisp brilliant white shirt and bolo underneath it, the suede tan of his cowboy boots providing a stark contrast to, not only his attire, but his long, grey-white braided hair growing from the middle of the back of his head, his long wispy goatee complementing it. He was a sight for sure. Continue reading Golden Gate, C’mon Man!