I loved going to the Houston Rodeo when I was a boy.
I will never forget the fellow who came in near the end of the Grand Parade, riding around the ring with each of his feet on the back of a different white stallion. The band was playing "The Eyes of Texas;" he had a U.S. flag in one boot and a Texas flag in the other boot; and he was waving a ten-gallon hat.
I thought to myself, Wouldn't it be great to do that and to have everyone clap and shout for you?
As he rode by one section of stands, two little boys leaned over the rail: one waved a red nylon jacket, and the other stuck two fingers in his mouth and gave a shrill whistle. Instantly, both horses bucked and ran east and west. They hauled the rider off in an ambulance.
I learned a serious lesson that day: It is dangerous to ride two horses at the same time. We have to decide.