So last week, you might have heard, was the G20 Summit here in London. I work in Zone 1–that’s Central London, and I saw more cops on the street in about three days that I have the entire time I’ve been living here. This is Exmouth Market, where I eat lunch and buy coffee. The mounted police were there, and my god, look at that horse. I have seen some horses in my life–my mother was a rodeo competitor and my daddy a bonafide cowboy. They make me think of Texas, and of Hogg Jones, a friend of my PawPaw’s who loved mules and big horses. He had a wagon, of course, for the mules and big horses to pull. I saw him last at rodeo time in Sonora, Texas, years ago, I think. But this an English horse. Clearly he knows nothing about a Texas wagon.
