This story begins on my last trip back to Wyoming from an art festival tour in Texas, New Mexico and Arizona.  Each day my ass and back would say hello to numbness, pain and discomfort. I vowed to not do another long road trip in the Bus until I found better seating arrangements. I really don’t think my ass and back could stay intact for another one. Being a vagabond in a 1991 converted school bus is quirky and cool, but the seats they planted the school bus drivers in were not designed for comfort. I think the thought behind the strategy was to insure that all bus drivers remained in an ill-tempered mood.

    So when I returned back to the Cowboy State I went on the search for a seat. This is where family comes into the story. My nephew, Cody Abernathy has a trucking company, Twin Guns Enterprise, in Rifle Colorado, so I let him know what I was looking for. A few months back I get a phone call from Cody telling me that he had bought new seats for his trucks and had saved one of the old ones for me. I was thrilled and knowing I was going to be close, doing the Art Festival in Glenwood Springs, I could pick it up. I did the show, stayed with Cody and his wife Suzanne, was able to get acquainted with his boys and picked up the seat. Here again is where family comes in. We never talked the seat all weekend, but as I was leaving on Monday we went out to his truck yard to pick it up. There it was sitting in a box, one brand new air seat for me. I thought I was getting one of his used ones, but Cody decided he needed to take care of his Uncle and gave me a brand new one. My ass is the first butt to be planted on it, and with every long distant mile I cover now, my buttocks and back will be thinking of you Cody. But it’s more than that; my heart is what really maters and it loves you. Long before my ass ever touched the new air seat you gave me!