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ANNOUNCEMENT (December 31, 2020)

Hi Everybody,
It is with great sadness that I announce the suspension of this column and “The Dr. Larry Show”. Since the first appearance in this space on September 14, 2013
of a column by this writer, my column has appeared in your in-box nearly every week — 421 times, over more than seven years. I have tried to find the sensible and common sense pathway through the events and trends of the times. The subject of that first column was “The Cry of the poor”, and I have always attempted to understand the burdens of the   underdog as well as the leaders. My work on the “wealth gap” and possible solutions has been perhaps the best example of my approach. While my commitment to the common, often forgotten, American remains strong, medical developments in recent days have required that I reduce my professional responsibilities and concentrate on more personal matters.
I will, however, still be heard on internet radio every Wednesday evening in a new format called, “The Resistance Hour with Dr. Larry and Tom”, in which my new partner and old friend Tom Donelson and I will discuss the news and trends of the day with our distinguished guests.
This program will air live  www.blogtalkradio.com/batshelorpadnetwork/ or telephone 1.646.929.0130) Podcasts now available at thebatchelornewsradionetwork.com
For more columns and other writings and appearances
Happy New Year, Everybody!

Suburban Cowboy

Re-discovering the joys of horses after 30 years

By Lawrence J. Fedewa

Photo from Suburban Cowboy – see Personal Stories

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Contents

HIS FIRST TIME (poem) page 3
Preface page 4
THE SUMMER OF 9S pages
SUBURBAN COWBOY page 19
MAlA STORIES page 23
A RIDE IN WINTER page 26
MORE MAlA STORIES page 31
THE BEY OF CEDARWOOD page 3S

ABOUT THE AUTHOR                                                page 46

 

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HIS FIRST TIME

Cock your head, colt, and paw                                                                   

the tinsels moon strewn on lake and land.
Raise your tired-of-grazing head up and up,

and challenge and charge the hoof hurt heavens!

Prance and dance your pounding sound pistons on the teasing earth,
beating her dare down to the moon shades,

the mighty, misty moon shades of the woodland.

Snort and sing, look and sing

at the sounding, echo bounding fields,
the breathing, beam sprinkled,

bale bringing fields.

Hark to the whispering hoppers’ humming                                     

see far into the loud, lonely land

and shimmering, shining mirrors of the moon.

Then grasp the great ground flying,
and gripping go running close,

back clinging to your big mare mother.

(See “The Bey of Cedarwood” p. 35 )

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Preface

 

I was introduced to horses as a young lad on a Michigan farm and was actively involved through my college years. As adult life progressed, however, there was no time or money to stay involved, especially as city life dominated family and career. I forgot all the joys of the outdoors, the woods, the thrills and the uniqueness of each horse. 

All these memories and adventures were revisited, however, when I was led by my grown daughter back into the world of horses many years later. These little stories describe that journey with all its texture of ups and downs. I learned that old memories can be renewed at any age if a person has sufficient motivation to regain a youthful skill – even if that motivation comes from a loving, but persistent daughter! -LJF       

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