‘On the Streets of Laredo, way back when — and now’
“Nobody goes to Laredo,” says my Texan Friend. Well, call me ‘Nobody’ then, because I’ve not only been to Laredo, I’ve been there twice.
This most recent time shouldn’t really count, since The Dude and I were there not even a whole day, Laredo being merely the ‘end point’ of our birding adventure to the Rio Grande Valley, tales of which I will regale you with another time. Or not. But count it I will, since we did in fact “go walking on the streets of Laredo”, to quote the Immortal Johnny Cash.
We didn’t spy any “young cowboys all dressed in white linen”. Or any cowboys at all. Well, except for these hombres:
The only cowboys we spied. And they were hanging out at the airport, not walking on the streets like any self-respecting Laredo cowboy
No, the time I spent in Laredo that really counts is the time I went there as part of a trip made with my Gramma and Grampa Peterson and my Aunt Marilyn. Continue reading