When at Stanford, I made the acquaintance of a ranching family who had kept cattle and horses on some of the huge swaths of land bought by Leland Stanford. They had been ranching for generations and they probably were there before the Stanfords. They were real cowboys. I phoned the son once .
“Where are you?”
“Neil, Not in California, I’m trucking cattle across the Texas border.”
What romance – that was a real job.
Today I trucked tables from Kunigami to OIST. Not quite so romantic but a wonderful drive. An artist who constructs and paints byobu, er like paper screens, is opening an exhibition at the university on Thursday. He needs tables. He has tables but no way to transport them from the tiny remote village in the extreme North of the island where he lives. I volunteer to truck the tables across the Yanburu border.
Once the tables are safely corralled I go home and dive.
Big week next week, today good preparation.