To the man with the black stetson who seems to be popping up everywhere at Dal these days. Where did you come from? Why are you always alone, not reading, drinking or eating? I feel you are the epitome of the brooding cowboy. As a fugitive from Cowtown, I can't help being a bit shaken by your appearances. Is this my past coming back to haunt me? Whoever you are, you brighten my days. Feel free to tip your hat my way.
---Closet Cowgirl