The San Antonio Rodeo, since 1949, is a really big deal for cowboys and cowgirls, horse lovers, kids who raise livestock, and families who come for the carnival, corndogs, and fried funnel cakes. At the big event each night, there are rodeo stars and country music concerts.
Twenty seven Valentines Days ago, Will remembers that Veronica saved up to buy tickets on Willie Nelson night to surprise him. You'd think that would have cinched it for them, but as it turns out, they broke up after high school graduation, went their separate ways for 13 years, then found each other again and got married.
Yesterday Freda and I went to the afternoon portion of rodeo to watch Elena's two events: barrel racing and poles. Freda has been with me to several rodeos over the years and watched with me as Elena's moved from being a tiny girl in a saddle with her mom to an 11-year-old rider with confidence and skill that amazes me.
Liz came too--Elena's best friend since kindergarten. During a break she walked around the coliseum with us. We saw foals whose mamas were buckers; white ponies who, as Freda pointed out, just needed a horn to be unicorns; wildlife from longhorns to quails. We walked through a stinky cow barn and ate deep fried potato slices called Texas Twisters.
Yesterday was such a Texas day, 82 degrees, country music, yellow school buses, tractors leveling the running field, girls weaving and racing across the field, their goals speed and not knocking down a barrel or a pole.
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