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Wrangling a Cowboy Poet

Wrangling a cowboy poet isn't as easy as it seems. This particular cowboy poet carries no cell phone and doesn't use the computer; yet he gets phone calls to speak and he sells his poems, books, and cds on the internet. After some persistent chasing, I caught myself a Baxter Black. During a two hour breakfast at the Adams Mark Hotel in downtown Denver, I found out some pretty interesting stuff about this fiesty, little, talking cowboy.

1. He likes jam on his toast
2. At least 5 different people approached him during our breakfast together.
3. He has a story to tell, and you better listen.
4. He started his speaking career by accident
5. He used to be a veterinarian.
6. When he speaks, he flops around on the ground. (I like it!)
7. I want to be just like him.
8. He can grow a mustache, I can't.

I hope you enjoy my interview with BAXTER BLACK!


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