The neighbors were not happy about my choice of artwork. However, I am a collector and this piece was a gift that I couldn’t refuse. I agree, it is out-of-place in this neighborhood of manicured suburban lawns. One cannot simply turn down such a gift.
The story starts 20 years ago when I was a truck driver. My job always took me through a small town in New Mexico.The statue sat in front of the American Indian museum in that town.
The museum just happened to have my favorite bar next door to it. After having too many beers one night, I went out and climbed on the buffalo for a photographic opportunity. Just then, a female security guard showed up.” Sir, you have ten seconds to get down off the buffalo!” she shouted.
I told her that I only wanted one picture. But, by then I had drawn a crowd with my little episode. They were all cheering me on!
The security guard, with her arms folded, said, ” You must be from Tennessee?”
“How did you know?” I said
“Because, we get all kinds of truck drivers in here. Most, just want their picture taken beside the statue, Only the ones from Tennessee think they have to ride it. ”
We all had a good laugh.
So, every year, I stopped and “rode” the buffalo. Suprisingly, when the museum shut down last year, they called and asked me if I would give the old Indian and the buffalo a good home? Otherwise, it would be destroyed.
So, as you see, I could not let them destroy it. It was like part of the family.
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