The earth, like the sun, like the air, belongs to everyone - and to no one.
A cowboy is a farm boy in leather britches and a comical hat.
Every man should be his own guru; every woman her own gurette.
I have been a lucky man. But someone has to be.
Cold morning on Aztec Peak Fire Lookout. First, build fire in old stove. Second, start coffee. Then, heat up last night's pork chops and spinach for breakfast. Why not? And why the hell not?
Concrete is heavy; iron is hard - but the grass will prevail.