My Dad was a cowboy with a sense of style. He was responsible for causing quite a few country music stars and song writers to accelerate to fame and he did this by a syndicated radio show and by inviting record companies to watch potential talents perform every Friday and Saturday. Before the shows he would spend a good deal of time getting ready. I can remember he had a customized wall rack for his cowboy hats-24 total- all different colors, patterns, and for every occasion. Of course he had ones he favored, like his classic black(in the above picture). Also, his cowboy neckties, I feel like he had a million designs and everyone gave him different belt buckles as gifts so there was quite a few designs including one from Hee Haw when they invited him to the show.
I never once saw him in a traditional suit. His version of dressing up was his nicest pair of Wrangler jeans, cowboy boots(which when I went into our laundry room where each pair filed so perfectly into line, I felt as if his choices were endless), and a beautifully pressed blazer.
I remember a million and one things about him and I thought I would share this with you. He was a man of class and as he gave his final moment's glance in the mirror as he whistled, I always felt proud. He worked for everything in life and it showed every second and his last pause in the mirror always reminds me of this. The thing with these anniversaries as the years increase is that you feel a sense of pride and luck to have known someone so special in this world and now, you know a little about him too.
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