Pueblo, Colorado

When we were kids, my parents took us into the agricultural pavilions at the Colorado State Fair to see the over-sized breeding rabbits that were for sale, the baby chicks under glowing red lamps and the auction cows sold out by the youth of the 4H Clubs. I remember sitting in the bleachers of an indoor arena trying to piece together the staccato of the auctioneer while my dad drank Coors from a plastic cup. When the cow or steer sold my dad shouted “Hamburger!”

My childhood school mates were always an eclectic mix of rockers, cowboys and wanna-be gangbangers. We came from a wide-range of ethnicities. The cowboy-types typically came from the rural areas surrounding the city where the 4H Club and rodeo competition held a dominant role. A significant number of rural Pueblo kids still join 4H and show their animals at the State Fair grounds every fall.

This postcard comes to us from MatadorU student Jim O'Donnell, author of "Notes for the Aurora Society: 1500 Miles on Foot Across Finland" and "Rise and Go." He is the owner/operator of the blog Around the World in Eighty Years. A single father, O'Donnell lives in Taos, New Mexico.

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