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        <title>James: Here we are, back where we started</title>
        <description>Hats, specifically cowboy hats, been wearin’ ’em all my life. Started out with the little black, flat-crowned, flat-laced brim kid’s hat with a stampede string. I wore it proudly through my infant years. The first hat I ever bought for...</description>
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        <content:encoded><![CDATA[Hats, specifically cowboy hats, been wearin’ ’em all my life. Started out with the little black, flat-crowned, flat-laced brim kid’s hat with a stampede string. I wore it proudly through my infant years. The first hat I ever bought for myself was in 1966 and I was 8 years old. There was an “Army-Navy” store in downtown Austin, Texas, and I figured they would have one. I had been scrapin’ change around and rat-holin’ every dollar I could get my hands on and had $7. I figured that ought to do it. Being just a touch on the independent side, I managed to get it bought. Cost me six of my $7. It was great, straw with a 4-inch brim and a RCA crease in the crown. The hat fit, but I looked like a really skinny standup lamp with a “huge” lampshade on it. But it didn’t matter to me, I was coool! I’ve owned hundreds over the years, straw and felt. Most of them store-bought but a couple custom-made. I heard early on that a cowboy decides pretty quick what kind of crease he’s gonna wear and sticks with it through his lifetime. I tried really hard to be one of those guys but just couldn’t make it happen; sometimes I just felt like something different. Once I learned how to crease one with steam, the “horse was out of the barn.” I’ve tried just about everything imaginable crease-wise, and at this stage of my life, I’ve gone for “simplicity.” Flat-crowned and flat-brimmed, with a stampede string. Sounds kind of familiar, don’t it? All those hats and all of those creases and here we are, back where we started. The “circle of life” perhaps? Perhaps. As David Allen Coe sang, “Drifter, can you make folks feel what you feel inside ’cause if you’re big-star bound, let me tell you, it’s a long hard ride.” Tom James was riding horses before he could walk. He currently hangs his flat-crowned hat in Ignacio. Reach him at outlivedthemallsofar@gmail.com. The topknot, by the way, is the last knot tied on a pack saddle.]]></content:encoded>
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        <title>James: Being good just like you are</title>
        <description>Tom James I have an old Gibson Epiphone guitar my second wife bought me because she didn’t want me breakin’ her Alvarez. I’ve been draggin’ her around for years just ‘bong chinginin’ away whenever I could find somebody to tune...</description>
        <pubDate>Thu, 29 Mar 2018 17:23:30 -0600</pubDate>
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        <content:encoded><![CDATA[Tom James I have an old Gibson Epiphone guitar my second wife bought me because she didn’t want me breakin’ her Alvarez. I’ve been draggin’ her around for years just ‘bong chinginin’ away whenever I could find somebody to tune her for me. I call her Bonnie, after Bonnie Parker of Bonnie & Clyde infamy, mostly because Thelma and Louise are already taken by my pickup and car. My friend Burt Baldwin put a tunin’ on her a while back and I’ve been jammin’ my little hiney off. Havin’ more fun than a dog rollin’ in a dead skunk. Music, art and literature, amazing huh? I have to be honest and say I never paid much attention to them before now. The folks at the Herald and you folks readin’ have blown the barn door plumb off of my mind and opened it up to some really cool stuff and I’d like to say thanks. I have discovered that my thoughts, and all the stuff that rolls around in my head in a day, are unique, and they’re supposed to be. It’s what makes me, me. That bein’ said, then the same thing must be so for you. Instead of tryin’ real hard to fit in to the mold society has pre-arranged for us, how cool is it to just say, “ Naw, I’m good just like I am.” It makes bein’ less judgmental easier. We’re all just cruisin’ along life’s highway tryin’ to do the best we can each day. Some days are better than others, but it seems to even itself out if we stay the course. Life is big, and it’s supposed to be; each one unique to the owner. Read a book by an author you don’t know today, try a new type of food, listen to some music that’s new to you, and if you get the chance, introduce yourself to someone who doesn’t look like you. All change isn’t bad; it’s just change. Thanks to you all for enlarging my mind and my world. Woody Guthrie sang it best: “This land is your land, this land is my land.” Tom James was riding horses before he could walk. He currently hangs his hat in Ignacio. Reach him at outlivedthemallsofar@gmail.com. The topknot, by the way, is the last knot tied on a pack saddle.]]></content:encoded>
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        <title>James: Riding along in the litter</title>
        <description>Tom James I was working my dun horse the other day, just easin’ along down the county road. You would be amazed at all that you can see on the ground from the back of a horse. Empty snuff cans....</description>
        <pubDate>Mon, 05 Feb 2018 17:03:26 -0700</pubDate>
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        <content:encoded><![CDATA[Tom James I was working my dun horse the other day, just easin’ along down the county road. You would be amazed at all that you can see on the ground from the back of a horse. Empty snuff cans. Cigarette butts. Old wire from replaced fence lines and an occasional tire. This day I saw something that just tickled the heck out of me. Two big paper coffee cups from one of the “fancy” coffee houses. There they were, in all their “made from 100% recycled paper from Indonesia” glory, on the roadside as trash. I’ll leave the coffee house nameless because it’s not its fault that some of their customers are hillbillies. And I don’t want to be the guy that sets off the three-day media frenzy about “Stardoodle’s” or “Delaware Jacks’” involvement in a litter scandal. I can see it though – the county road lined with news vans from all the alphabet networks and the one named after the animal. Men and women all dressed in Eddie Bauer dungarees​ with serious looks on their faces, interviewing locals and “experts” on litter. Statements read by well-dressed, serious looking spokespeople for the companies, stating that while “shareholders are proud of the steady profit increases, as one, they abhor and say no to wanton littering of any kind.” Yep, I can see it. Then three days later they’re all gone, off to the next catastrophe, leaving behind all their three-day trash for old Dunny and me to look at as we ride. As Sheryl Crow sings,“If it makes you happy, it can’t be that bad ...” Tom James was riding horses before he could walk. He currently hangs his hat in Ignacio. Reach him at outlivedthemallsofar@gmail.com.]]></content:encoded>
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        <description>Tom James Tyranny, conformity, risk and change are strong words. I imagine the men with powdered ponytails and short pants understood them all too well. They could and would no longer conform to tyranny and were willing to risk all...</description>
        <pubDate>Mon, 15 Jan 2018 17:03:09 -0700</pubDate>
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        <content:encoded><![CDATA[Tom James Tyranny, conformity, risk and change are strong words. I imagine the men with powdered ponytails and short pants understood them all too well. They could and would no longer conform to tyranny and were willing to risk all for change. “We The People” are past the polite orderly chance for change. I hear people everywhere talk about all that needs changed, and I agree. But talk is cheap. Are you going to conform to the tyranny or are you willing to risk your home, car, smartphone, cable TV and 401(k) plan to challenge it? We can’t have it both ways. Kind of scary, huh? Too bad. We let it get this way, and if it’s going to change, it may well cost us all everything we have. At the federal level, there are 327,127,513 (plus or minus) of us and just 537 of them, counting the president and the vice president. That breaks down to 601,721 to 1. I’d say we have them outnumbered. If the rules and standards are wrong, don’t abide them. Just because the politicians have found a use for them doesn’t mean they are in our best interest. And if each one of us does one thing a day to ignore government, it won’t take too long to get something reasonable back. They ain’t gonna like it, and there will be lots of strong talk – and possibly action – but we here now deserve it, and those coming along certainly do. Closer to home, La Plata County has a “land use” plan in the works, and it’s outrageously oppressive. The time for disobedience is upon us. This is not happening in Washington, D.C., it’s happening here, where your homes, farms and ranches are. I urge you all to get involved and say no to oppressive county government. If they want a fight, let them bring it. We’ll all gather at your gate and wait for them. And they better pack a lunch. Together we can repel the tide of tyranny. Watch yore topknot ... Tom James of Ignacio was riding horses before he could walk. Reach him at outlivedthemallsofar@gmail.com.]]></content:encoded>
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        <title>Going ’round in circles</title>
        <description>Tom James The sky is a beautiful blue, and there’s just enough chill in the air to make it fresh. Buzz and I are loping great big one-eighth-mile circles. He has his head down and just enough round in his...</description>
        <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 2018 17:03:27 -0700</pubDate>
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        <content:encoded><![CDATA[Tom James The sky is a beautiful blue, and there’s just enough chill in the air to make it fresh. Buzz and I are loping great big one-eighth-mile circles. He has his head down and just enough round in his back to make it comfortable for us both. I have the reins thrown to him and get to thinking about culture. Culture. It’s a person, place or thing. A particular for or stage of civilization, as that of a certain nation or period. The United States of America has been around 241 years. Most of the other countries in the world have stuff in the back of their fridge older than that. It strikes me that we’re the youngsters, and as it so often is with youngsters, we seem to have a lot of great big ideas and ideals with all of 241 years to back them up. Have you ever run into someone who just learned something new and wanted to tell you about it? At length? Gets kind of tiring, doesn’t it? Seems to me that’s where we are. Doing our dead level best to sell the rest of the world on the “two Cs” of Christianity and capitalism. We may be just a tad “wet behind the ears” to be pushing so hard. I wonder if that’s why the rest of the world seems to have their teeth bared at us? They may be tired of listening. But hell, what do I know? I’m just a guy going around in circles on the back of the most majestic beast on Earth (mentioned in at least two of the top 10 religion books). Do yourself a favor and color outside the lines today ... Tom James was riding horses before he could walk. He currently hangs his hat in Ignacio. Reach him at outlivedthemallsofar@gmail.com.]]></content:encoded>
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        <description>Tom James I just finished a great Zane Grey book, Riders of the Purple Sage, and am halfway through another titled Tonto Basin. They’re both great stories, and the main characters’ lives are influenced and directly affected by those in...</description>
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        <content:encoded><![CDATA[Tom James I just finished a great Zane Grey book, Riders of the Purple Sage, and am halfway through another titled Tonto Basin. They’re both great stories, and the main characters’ lives are influenced and directly affected by those in power. There’s a great Lynyrd Skynyrd song titled “Things going on.” It asks, “Have you ever lived down in the ghetto? Have you ever felt that cold wind blow? If you don’t know what I mean you better stand up and scream, ’cause there’s some things going on that you don’t know.” It was written 44 years ago. There are still things going on that we don’t know. Christmas just passed, the heart of the “Holiday Season.” Lots of food and family and warmth. Just not for everyone. There are children in our country who go to bed hungry on a regular basis, who sleep in the cold when it’s cold. These children know more about life than any of our politicians with their one-liners and well-paid speechwriters. I’m not liberal or conservative, Republican or Democrat. I’m just a man who’s sick and tired of all the political nonsense. When I see and talk to you guys and gals, it seems that you are, too. What are we gonna do? We the people don’t have to subserviently ask our government for anything. We can roar like a grizzly and demand it. We pay their bills. Before Washington spends a penny anywhere else, every child in our country should have a full belly and a warm place to live. On a regular basis. Well. Got kinda wound up, didn’t I? Must be time to get horseback. Keep the sun on whichever side of you sticks out the most ... Tom James was riding horses before he could walk. He currently hangs his hat in Ignacio. Reach him at outlivedthemallsofar@gmail.com.]]></content:encoded>
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        <description>Tom Jamesdu1-i-syn Back when I worked for other people, it seemed really important to know what day of the week it was. How close are we to Friday and the weekend? One of the greatest things about doing what I...</description>
        <pubDate>Thu, 23 Nov 2017 17:04:06 -0700</pubDate>
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        <content:encoded><![CDATA[Tom Jamesdu1-i-syn Back when I worked for other people, it seemed really important to know what day of the week it was. How close are we to Friday and the weekend? One of the greatest things about doing what I do now is that I don’t have to keep up with the calendar. The down side is that I seldom have any idea of what day of the week it is. In my younger days, I could just get up and go in the morning. These days, not so much. Gotta have a little wake up time with coffee. Feed the dog and horses, brush my teeth, comb my hair. The last thing I do is take my meds. Aspirin used to be enough; not anymore. There’s one of the “don’t kill me” pills, one of the “don’t kill you” pills and a big handful of the “don’t flop on the floor like a fish out of waters.” I don’t know how I got here other than just bein’ hard to kill. Thank goodness someone invented the seven-day pill dispenser with S-M-T-W-T-F-S on the compartment lids. At least now I get some kind of an idea what day of the week it is. Now that I know about what day it is, it’s been great. Horses are all making progress, clients are happy, weather has been perfect and there was a semi-flirtatious conversation with the waitress at the cafe. “Nirvana” life is good. When I get home, I see that my zipper is down or I’m dragging a footlong piece of toilet paper off a boot heel or I have one of those “ flapper” boogers stuck in my nose that comes out every time I breathe. Humility – one of life’s more entertaining lessons. The horses are gonna be here 60 days, so I’m bound to see the clients again. It’s 20 miles to the next town that has a cafe. Nothing left to do but just suck it up and face them all again. Like I tell me, “don’t get greedy.” And be sure to check your zipper, heel and nose ... Tom James was riding horses before he could walk. He currently hangs his hat in Ignacio. Reach him at outlivedthemallsofar@gmail.com.]]></content:encoded>
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        <description>du1-i-syn Women. My favorite kind of people. I like the way they look, the way they talk, the way they think and, if memory serves me, the way they feel. I was raised the only boy in families that numbered...</description>
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        <content:encoded><![CDATA[du1-i-syn Women. My favorite kind of people. I like the way they look, the way they talk, the way they think and, if memory serves me, the way they feel. I was raised the only boy in families that numbered 10 sisters. There were some “steps” and “halfs” in the count, but still it was 10-to-1. I had my own mom and two step-moms. I’ve been married twice and had a hand (be it small) in raising three daughters. Ladies, I love you all. Which brings me to conflict resolution, because the two greatest acts of conflict resolution I have ever witnessed involved women. Wikipedia defines it as such: “Conflict resolution is conceptualized as the methods and processes involved in facilitating the peaceful ending of conflict and retribution.” Two five-syllable words in one sentence. Imagine that. Both of these acts were back in the “drinkin’ days.” The first came as I was “resting” in the pickup in the bar parking lot. Two women came out by themselves, said some really unflattering things to each other and then “got after it.” There was hair pulling and eye gouging and a couple of shots below the belt. It took a while, but finally a victor emerged. She pulled her shirt back down, fluffed her hair, checked her makeup in the car window and strolled back into the bar. Conflict resolved. The second was in Silver City, New Mexico, after the rodeo. In the bar, a small skirmish escalated to 20 men brawling on the dance floor. Quite a sight to see. Things had just gotten kind of settled down when one of the “town” women came in screaming and hollering, worried about her man. One of the “rodeo” women took about 10 steps and met the “screamer” with a hard right hand. She went down like a bag of oats. Conflict resolved. I doubt that any of those four wonderful women remember those “facilitations of conflict and retribution,” but they have been bright spots in my memory for decades now. Until the next solar eclipse ... Tom James was riding horses before he could walk. He currently hangs his hat in Ignacio. Reach him at outlivedthemallsofar@gmail.com.]]></content:encoded>
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