Omaha is where Kerouac meets "the first cowboy I saw, walking along the bleak walls of the wholesale meat warehouses in a ten-gallon hat and Texas boots..." For me, in this Fairplay bar while sipping a few beers with Chris, I see my first authentic cowboy hats.
I note as well that cowboy hats are in a way suited perfectly to the women-folk... Then I meet the awaited cowboy, one who works on a nearby ranch. I connect with him, so that I might go shoot some pictures over there. He happily agrees, and we make an appointment for early the next day...
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