A Life in Shreds and Patches, Chapter 1: In Search of a Vocation, Part E
Movies and radio programs furnished the structure and raw materials for the games we played, day after day throughout the Summer. Somewhere we got hold of some building materials and, with a few nails and a bit of rope, constructed “horses.” I had a particular favorite that had a red streak of heartwood which I imagined to be the mane. We “rode” all over the neighborhood in gangs of rustlers and sheriff’s posses, endlessly forming, dissolving, and reforming alliances, each one of us imagining we were Roy or Gene or Hoppy. And if we were not acting out our cowboy...



