It started for me at 6 AM in the park with a Cowboy Breakfast. I was always there. Was the food anything different than you could cook at home? No, but it was just being outdoors and seeing old friends and taking in all the chatter. The idea of getting a 1/2 lb sausage patty topped with 2 eggs over-easy and watching it run into the biscuits and gravy while I blasted out some squeeze bottle ketchup over it. The guys, even those mid-aged, always loved the near emptying bottle so they could blast out a farting sound. Farting is just part of rural humor. We gals loved getting the fuller bottle so we could blast the backside of a cowboy with his new fresh tight Wranglers. There was little room for that big stack of pancakes soaked liberally with real butter and local huckleberry syrup, but it didn't go to waste. I would take a few bites and then one of my friends would say loudly, "You see Faye that is why you must get married. Husbands loved to finish off their wife's food." They would make such remarks when a single guy was nearby. I never had to toss any food, yet I still remained a widow. What about those boiled hot dogs for lunch? Hungry or not, I wasn't missing out on that experience. The thing about the hot dog stand is they had mustard. Nothing more fun than a full squeeze bottle of mustard. Adding a little yellow to the Mr. Tight Jeans backsides seemed to complete our artistry. I learned from one Mr. Tight Jeans years later (I was 60) when I saw him again at a rodeo that he purposely posed for our handy work and acted like he didn't notice. He bragged to the boys about how us cowgirls were madly in love with him but just too shy to admit it. While he was over talking to the other old guys about glory days, I chatted with his wife that hadn't heard the story of denim rodeo artistry and she suggested we bring back memories for him. The hot dog stand only offered those little packets but knowing the proprietor was a plus because she produced squeeze bottles of both condiments for our denim Pissaco. So now Mr. Baggy Suspender-supported jeans was totally unaware of our advanced year's rodeo artistry until several started laughing.