Remembering the time I was attacked by a cougar in Arizona

While at work yesterday I wound up taking a trip. Right down memory lane. I saw something on the internet that led me somewhere else and then took me to a link for Steve McQueen. I clicked that and was reminded of the movie Junior Bonner.

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It was filmed in Prescott, Arizona. I used to live in Prescott. The song that played during the opening credits was “Arizona Morning” by Rod Hart, a Prescott musician.

He was lots younger back then, but so was I.

He was lots younger back then, but so was I.

Hart and his band used to play at the Wagon Wheel, a club I’d frequent when the urge to country dance hit me.

Prescott's famous "Whiskey Row", which as the name implies is a street filled with bars.  Back in the day they were almost exclusively country bars...

Prescott’s famous “Whiskey Row”, which as the name implies is a street filled with bars. Back in the day they were almost exclusively country bars…

And then I recalled a woman I used to dance with and how I met her. I was taking classes at Yavapai Community College and she was my instructor. One day after class she asked if anyone was interested in taking “country swing” dance lessons with her, and I volunteered. She was at least 10 years older than me (I was 25). We got along great and before long we were doing horizontal dancing as well. Until one day she asked me to father a child for her “no strings attached”. That freaked me out big time and I ran for the hills, leaving her and her biological clock in my dust. I hadn’t thought of her for some 30-odd years. Until I heard this song we used to dance to again.

Morning, Arizona morning
Almost sets me free
Makes me glad to be alive
Wondering, why I started wandering
Should have stayed right here
Underneath the clear blue skies

Sadness, changing now to gladness
With the rustle of the breeze through the pinyon trees
Where I lay
In the morning, Arizona morning
A place where I can smile
And see a hundred miles away

The birds are flying high above the morning
Singing to the colors of the dawn
And in my mind I hear a gentle warning
You’ve been a wrangler and a rambler
Much too long

And a rover. Wishing it was over
All my battles won, resting in the sun this way
In the morning, Arizona morning
Coming home today, wishing I could stay
Wishing I could stay.

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5 thoughts on “Remembering the time I was attacked by a cougar in Arizona

  1. 1973 a nursing student at Yavapai. Memories of the friends, bar hopping, dancing, Rod Hart and Arizona Morning. Cashiering at the only all night restaurant in town.Great memories of past years.

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