An afternoon at the theater, watching a college production of The Man of La Mancha, I had not seen it before, though as a wee thing I loved the Glan Campbell version of The Impossible Dream... this is my quest, to follow that star, no matter how hopeless, no matter how far... I remember my little sis and i just belting it out in the living room, with the broad sweeping gestures of a true Don Quixote.
As if there are unreachable stars when you are a star wrangler. Of course we did not know then that we were budding star wranglers, that would come later.
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Beautifully said, my wrangler friend.
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