Cascading down through the years like a beautiful ribbon marking the pages of my life, our friendship spanned far longer than our two lifetimes and therefore does not recognize mortality. Having already been accustomed to our long-distance relationship, I find that this existence without him continues without paper, pen, or phone. But it has been almost 60 years since I first saw him. I vividly recall that my eight-year-old-self stopped breathing and that very second remains memorialized for me.With absolutely nothing to go on but generational memory, I recognized him. Of course it was a Western. Having been obsessed with horses since birth, I was an avid viewer of Westerns; luckily for me, they were in vogue at the time. But I immediately directed my mother’s attention to the television. I insisted that I knew the person on the screen. No explanation of hers could change my mind. Was it…
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