Last night I wore my Colonel Sanders Tie o’ the Day to bed, in order to dream of rodeos, horse racing, and wild horses on the West desert. When I was in my dreamy kidhood, I often went out West with Dad and Grant Crane to wrangle wild horses. I loved to watch the horses run with equine joy. Dad once owned a race horse that had a penchant for leading in every race, but somehow managing to finish last. You could bet on it. 💸 🏇