Thursday, April 17, 2008

Wild west

Many remember Dale Evans and her horse Buttermilk. I remember Dale in Victorville where she lived, standing in the check-out line at Thrifty's Drug cradling a quart of gin and a box of Loreal hair dye. Buttermilk was no where in sight.


Anonymous said...

i think this is sort of sad? but then again a desert lady needs her gin too?!

CJGallegos said...

Well, especially a desert lady!