16 April 2012
I was sitting in the backseat at the end my weekly Friday Target run, strapping the kid into his bucket seat, when my peripheral vision caught a tall, sandy-haired man passing slowly behind the car. As he went by, I noticed that he was wearing a cowboy hat, hand-painted cowboy boots, and riding a horse.
He clip-clopped lazily down the mostly empty row of cars through the parking lot, heading towards the frontage road to the freeway. I craned my neck to follow him, but lost sight of him as he turned the corner around Fuddruckers.