The Cowtown Way
My way. The right way. The wrong way. The Cowtown way. All things associated with getting job done.
This photo was taken while sitting at a stoplight last week. A fairly decent, late model station wagon which obviously had a run in with either another vehicle or a baseball bat. This being Cowtown, I'm thinking it was the latter.
People living in Cowtown get things done just like the folks anywhere else. Sometimes how the job gets done leaves me scratching my head. Take this station wagon for example: A little black plastic sheeting, a little duct tape and BINGO! All fixed. Whether lazy, can't spare the time for the car to be in the shop or just plain broke, this car is driveable.
I kind of like it. It has that just been in a NASCAR race wreck look to it. Cool.
Last week I went sailing. Packing up the car with all my boating crap after an afternoon on the lake I noticed a pickup parked next to mine. At first glance I knew that it belonged to the guy who also owns a sailboat and who was just going out onto the lake when I was coming in. Like two vehicles in the parking lot. One was mine. The other had to be his.
Something in the bed of the truck caught my eye so I checked it out. Ah, ha! The keys to the truck had been left in the bed with little or no effort to conceal them. Yet one more way of doing things the Cowtown way, I thought. Not a bad idea if you think that for some reason you'll misplace your keys on board your sailboat. But anywhere else but Cowtown a set of keys to a truck left unattended in the wide open would translate into an invitation to theft.
As I climbed up into the truck I smiled thinking that it was kind of neat that someone would feel safe in leaving their keys in the bed of their truck while they were off sailing. Trusting. The Cowtown way of keeping track of something.
I wish everyone thought like that.