HORSEY

I commented yesterday after looking for and finding about 10 wild horses near the interstate by where we live, "I wish I had grown up around horses." You see I love them.

But I'm not much in the saddle. All that jarring--all that spreading out of my legs, well if Billy Crystal was a city slicker, I guess I'm the city slickest.

According to an equestrian I know, there are as many as 150 wild horses on the reservation near us. I carefully glance, or search for them as I make my interstate drive by them. I'm rarely disappointed. Buckskins are my favorites, but to me they are all beautiful. I just am uncomfortable on them, so I'm reduce to spectating.

It might be as well. I might just be like the Native American in the picture asleep at the wheel. All that movement would be sure to rock me into slumber.