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Sanity’s Last Stand
As a native New Yorker, rodeos were a rare sight as I grew up. I attended a rodeo once in NYC, but that had less people watching the action inside than outside protesting cruelty to animals.
When I first started my professional writing career, my editor assigned me to the local rodeo. Press credentials bounced on a lanyard around my neck as I waded into the equine equanimity and bovine belligerence…