Thanks to your Mom and you, I have a horse rescue in Wisconsin where for 16 years I've taken in dozens upon dozens of horses slated to go to the slaughterhouses of Mexico. I fed and cared for each and every one of them until the time came to help them cross the Rainbow Bridge. It was on
Delaware Ave. that my passion for all things equine was brought into being
and nourished for many years. I have nothing but wonderful memories of the
farm; the huge haystack covered in tarps, riding all year long, rain, snow
or blazing sun. The riding ring by the road, the trails in every direction, the long gravel driveway, the fence and hitching post where we
tied the horses to brush and saddle them, that small lake next door where
you showed us how to swim with our horses... glory days for sure. Thanks for being nice to us goofy girls. I don't remember a single harsh word
spoken by you. Just that bemused smile and the pack of cigs in your shirt
pocket or a cigarette hanging out of the corner of your mouth while you
teased us with that sweet and knowing smirk of yours. Stay as you were, see ya later Charlie!
