One of my all-time favorite “tales” is about a big-shot Texas rancher trying to take advantage of a down on his luck (so to speak) vaquero (Mexican cowboy) by offering him far less than he should for one of the vaquero’s horses. For despite fully realizing that the Texas rancher was wanting to take advantage of his financial circumstances, the vaquero wanted to stay to true to being an honorable man at heart by insisting that the horse didn’t look so good every time the Texas rancher went to stick some money in his shirt pocket and insist back that he knew horses and that the horse looked just fine to him. After going back and forth like that for a while, the vaquero finally gave in and accepted the rancher’s money, and the rancher then took the horse to his ranch, which was located on top of a high mesa. Upon arrival, the horse too off at a full gallop toward the sheer cliff at the eastern boundary of the ranch and he didn’t break stride as plunged off of the edge to certain death at the bottom of the 100-foot drop. After watching all of that take place, the rancher headed back over to the vaquero’s place and started screaming at him about selling him a blind horse, to which the vaquero replied, ”But mister, I kept trying to tell you that he didn’t look so good!”
Be assured that I find that “tale” more ironic than humorous now that I am the one who is not looking so good. Be also assured that it is for this reason why I have not resumed leaving comments yet. I don’t know if I may have suffered a minor stroke. For on top of having blurry vision in my left eye, the rest of my left side is not working right, which may mean that my online efforts are at an end for now. For it has taken me well over an hour to just publish this. Hopefully, I will be able to resume later on (at least on a limited basis) with the help of my wife.