Dear Dreamers

Dear Poster Child,

I hung your poster up on my bedroom wall, and wanted to express my gratitude for the image that hangs above my head as dreams loom just out of reach. I've never seen a kitten throw a hammer at a cowboy before, but I'm sure it would land with as much impact in his skull as it has in my life.

I quit my job and reluctantly fininshed school, and yet, something was still amiss. I was drifting on a collision course with the sun. Not literally of course, though the earth will eventually explode or the sun will the scientists are saying. But that's none of my concern.

The problem is I've never met a cowboy. Sure, I've seen the movies and gone to those expensive cowboy simulation ranches, the fantasy camps, and even got a fancy degree in the next best thing to cowboyonomy (beastwrangling). But I've never met no fast-talking, gun-slinging, hard-farting, Pocahontas, blanket-giving cowboy.

Can you make a dying boy's dream come true? I know you are no longer a child as this poster was printed in 1976, and the law of statistics suggests that at least one out of two people have met a real cowboy. Have you?

Look me up, I'm in the phone book.

Signed,
Your #5312 Fan

P.S. Thanks for assigning my fanhood a rank and number based on the order in which I joined.