A Closer Walk
I grew up in Denver, Colorado, where I heard a great deal of cowboy music on the radio. In my boyhood, I never visited a cattle ranch. I never even knew a real cowboy. Nevertheless, being constantly surrounded by the common Western culture, I regarded cowboys as my heroes. The beat of those songs (now it's called Country and Western) bounced along like the clippety-clop of a cowboy's horse as he slowly cantered into the sunset after a day of adventure.





