By Tammy Strobel
“Hey Mom, do you see that guy down the street? Is he carrying golf clubs or something?”
My Mom squinted her eyes and said, “I can’t tell what he’s got. But he’s staggering all over the road.”
My Mom and I continued walking toward the man in the street. I turned to her and said, “Those aren’t golf clubs, they are duffel bags. And he looks really drunk. We might need to call an ambulance or something.”
By the time we reached him, he had fallen down on the side of the road. It looked like he was doing a painful version of a Child’s Pose in the street. Luckily the road wasn’t very busy because he could have been gotten hit. He looked like a typical Red Bluff cowboy, outfitted in a worn black cowboy hat and new Wranglers.
My Mom started... More...
