I went to the house we are buying yesterday. Had to sit there for a few hours while the home inspection was going on. The house has a lot of details of the house I grew up in. Built around the same time. So as I sat, my mind wandered back in time. Some of my thoughts went back to my grandfather and his love of horses, even prior to my birth. When I came along he was already in poor health but still had horses and always barked out "suggestions" as I rode. He was a short firey cigar smoking Italian who spoke his mind and loved good horses, and in his day could ride the difficult ones. There is a story about him and a horse named Gray Bill... no one could ride Bill but Granddaddy. When I got old enough and looked at the photo I thought no wonder! There is enough metal in that horse's mouth to stop a freight train! Never said Granddaddy was a fool! I love the photo above of he and Bill, I don't have that confidence anymore, I have lost it with age and some recent poor choices in horses, but hope to get it back once I get settled in the new house and start riding again. Granddaddy rode deep in the saddle and relaxed, a good approach to life in general!