Herding cows in a Jeep
I never imagined myself as a rancher. Cities were my thing. Yet here I am in my old Jeep (holes in the floor to let water drain out) herding cows, steering them back to my neighbor’s pasture. I love it when they visit Pineapple Hill, love living in the South Carolina boonies. I’m done with the neckties and wing tip shoes of ad agency work.