was on the road outside Oneida, Ill, in 1907. His horse, "old Dolly," seems to be about as relaxed as an old horse can get with a boy on her back.Serene, sunny, wonderful 1907.
Quite the civilized neighborhood, no? Electricity and telephones for all, and no holes in the young man's boots, stockings, or knickerbockers.
I would not go back to those days if they paid me ten times Bill Gates' life earnings. I like being able to drive to Peoria in an hour, instead of half a day. I like indoor plumbing and refrigeration and microwave ovens and Diet Coke. I like the fact that having twice had sever food poisoning, I am still alive. I like that there is no more smallpox. I like the easy availability of hospitals and meds. Better living through chemistry: words, literally, to live by.
And, by the gods, today we have power washers and super-sour gummi worms!
Still, I'd like to have my own "old Dolly", and a place to put her, here in town. But a person of my size would need a Clydesdale or, more to my taste, a Percheron. Perhaps, this one.
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