A proper desk in the office of a ranch foreman should be rather massive, old, ornately carved, and heavy with the grain that only a stately oak can provide.
The ole ranch hand has search cyberspacially and otherwise for the proper accoutrement for the Tin Star headquarters. Figger five to seven thousand grand (American money $$) frontward, backward, and sideways? Not gonna happen for this Wright City boy. (I still remember when a silver fifty cent piece looked like a hubcap?)
Finally, the beautiful bride suggested a visit to a consignment store.
Paydirt!
Today we brought home the CEO equivalent of Ben Cartwright's Ponderosa platform. For a mere $300 we "stole" a six foot oak desk with five point stars hand carved on the front and sides. (Think HEAVY!!!!!!!!) The color, configuration, and "carvings" are country rustic to the max.
It has the perfect blend of wood grain, dings from normal use, and stately presence to appropriately grace the headquarters of our home base.
Now if I can just hold up my end and maintain ole Ben Cartwright's even strain on the reins of a legacy property?
Plain and simple ramblin' from an ole country boy concerning personal history, current family events, the Tin Star Ranch, and philosophical BS with no redeeming social value implied or intended.
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