Crow collar

Crow Collar

We had a rehearsal by phone and I got the part of acting as “myself” as defense attorney for Herb. I was missing Calvin and wishing we were doing it together, just like we did before, but Cal could not come to Dallas. Joan sent me a Texan outfit for Diane Annie Oakley and boots and shoes was all the more I needed. I went to the Saddle Shop on Lake Street to find a hat. Everything was so beautiful and I found hats, and beads, and shirts and wanted to get it all but had no money. I decided to put the beautiful shirts back on the rack and just get the hat, when my eye caught the leather jackets. At least I had to go touch them to remember my Mom and Dad’s deerskin jackets, and my days in the woods bow hunting and buck fever. Yes, I was too in love with deer to shoot them. As I felt the sleeves of the jackets, I remembered it all. And then I reached at a beautiful ornate fringe but there were no arms. It was not a vest. It was a gorgeous mantle to wear over your shoulders. I was fascinated and began to try it on. As I lifted it to my shoulders it felt like an old friend, like part of my body, like I had worn it for many years. There we many on the rack but this one was mine. I could not leave it there. I stood with it on, looking in the mirror, feeling stunned. I purchased it on a credit card. The next day when I showed it to my friends, I learned it was a “crow collar”. Then I remembered I was completely guided and aligned.