People come and go in Bear Country all the time, so I wasn’t surprised when I saw someone new. Not surprised but interested. I found that new pair of shoes today and while I was shopping I ran across a couple of wagons and a team of horses hooked up to each of them. The old west had come to Bear Country. Who would have thought in this day and time that cowboys still roamed the plains or at least Lafayette Blvd. People dress how they feel around here. How you dress is part of your identity but it is a little odd, strange to see cowboy hats and boots. Curiosity was killing me so I introduced myself. His name was Joshua. He was tall and he wore a black hat.