It was Labor Day in the U.S. on Monday, and I was laboring. Not just to get the Premium edition out, but I put it together sitting at the Labor Day rodeo here in Ridgway, Colorado.
Yeah, a “real,” sanctioned, pro-level rodeo event, held at our fairgrounds every year. They can’t run unless there’s an ambulance standing by, and most years Kit and I volunteer for a shift. That’s the way life is in a small, western town!
This year was well attended: fashion designer Ralph Lauren has a ranch here (something like 14,000 acres; probably the biggest privately owned parcel in the county). It’s a gorgeous property: I’ve ridden my dirt bike through there, to the base of a 14,000’+ mountain. The ranch house is only about a dozen miles from my house.
Lauren’s son, David, got married at the ranch Sunday to Lauren Bush (granddaughter of former president George HW Bush, and niece of former president George W Bush).
Yes, that means her married name will apparently be Lauren Bush Lauren — or “Lauren Squared” as one reader put it. Nice!
While George Sr. & Barbara didn’t come to the wedding due to the high elevation here (my house is at 7,500′, or 2,285m), George Jr. — and Bill Clinton — did.
Ralph reserved 100 seats in the rodeo grandstand for wedding guests, so there was the distinct possibility that there would be two former presidents at the rodeo when I was working.
That ends up being both a logistical nightmare, and potentially very interesting. But they didn’t stay around for that bit of Americana that is The Rodeo, and went home right after the wedding. As the duty medic I said “Whew!” The citizen side of me said “Darn!”
(I’ve met Ralph Lauren. Nice guy. He was wearing …Levi’s jeans.)
My favorite part of the whole thing was the reaction of the locals to the wedding and presidential-level guests: a giant collective “Ho hum.” The Lauren family are great neighbors, for sure. But while some newspapers billed it as a “royal” wedding, the locals hardly thought so. Just another wedding in paradise. Me? I didn’t even look for the bride and groom — just their gorgeous getaway car.*
One thing? If Presidents Bush and Clinton can get along, why can’t our serving politicians? I don’t mean they have to agree with each other all the time, but let’s get things done, guys! Let’s start with a trillion-dollar reduction in annual spending!
Oh by the way: happily, none of the cowboys — or cowgirls (yes, they compete in some events too) — got hurt. Yay.
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*That reminds me of a joke. A farmer posts in the personals:
BRIDE WANTEDYoung farmer looking for a young wife. Must be willing to bear children, know how to cook, not be afraid of some hard work, and own a tractor. Send photo of tractor.
Tangentially Related: My visit to the White House in the final days of the Bush reign.