A key word in my day job may well be money. Green, cabbage, filthy lucre. But, like for a good cause and all.

So, unlike some other places I’ve toiled, including one where they brought a hay bale into the parking lot and tossed around some red and white checked tablecloths on rented tables, they don’t have to go searching for festive venues. They got keys to an historic ranch now donated conservation spread of land.

For me the highlight of the day was the gentleman rancher, heir and scion at home at the 28,359-acre spread (i.e. huge) even though his main home is in the local college town, admiring M.’s Durangos and comparing cowboy boots in general.

The new cowboys of the Golden West.

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