My great uncle Frank was a believer. Whether it was oil in the backyard, gold in the river or races with his horse, he believed that riches were rightfully due to him by the Creator Almighty. “I done worked too hard to live in poverty!” He was known to mutter quite often. Far as I can tell from the family journals, no one could really figure out what it was old Frank “done worked too hard” on. That didn’t matter though.
In this picture, Frank and Lucky Foot are standing out back in the “estate”. Most of the land beyond the horse didn’t really belong to old Frank, but he didn’t care much. “If the owner ain’t got much use for it, no sense in not takin’ advantage of it ourselves.” He was opportunistic like that. Always ready to pick up where someone else left off, regardless if they were done or not. I’ve scoured the journals to see if he ever had the nerves to eat people’s leftovers at restaurants, but couldn’t find nothing. I’m guessing he just did that one on his own.
Lucky Foot was the offspring of 2 top-notch racing horses. “She was bred to win!” Frank claimed. “She was bred to eat and crap!” his wife corrected. When pressed for paperwork to prove her breeding, Uncle Frank would just snort. “Look at her! You don’t need paperwork when you’ve got looks like that!”
Odd thing was, he never did race ole Lucky Foot. He’d just go out there and talk her up while cleaning and feeding her. The way I see it, Frank was tired of disappointments. Some folks just like to hold onto dreams as a safety net. It’s a lot easier to be a winner, and rich I suppose, in your head with no one to answer to. Like I said, he was a believer and believers don’t need anyone but themselves to believe.
