The Old Cowboy has been talking to another friend about all of my years of traveling. Traveling has been enjoyable, especially if it has been to preach, and I get to experience the joy of staying with a young family with little kids still around the home, or even if they are the grandkids of a preacher or elder. The first night around the supper table you can always tell the kids have been given instructions on how to act. That normally will last about half way through the meal, and then you see a grin on the face of a kid, and you just know what is about to happpen. Then it never fails, mom deals with the kids and dad will apologize for the bad behavior. All the while I am thinking to myself, I remember doing that when I was that age. I normally try to save the kid with a remark like, ” I look like my mommy and I act like my daddy.” I always love the faces the parents make too, but they aren’t fooling me one bit. When the kid gets married they are going to tell this story to their grandkids. I figure the kids and maybe their parents some where in the visit will figure out this old cowboy preacher isn’t such a bad guy after all.