Let us consider this offering a digression, digressions being something that I excel at. I loved that mule. His name was Cisco. Cisco introduced me to mules generally, and I must tell you, I was immediately taken with them. Extraordinary creatures. So sure-footed. So intrepid.
I have always observed a rule never to own a boat or an RV or a motorcycle or suchlike frivolities. I have also always observed the corollary to that rule, that is, to make it a practice always to befriend someone or another who does own those things so that I can avail myself of them without all the attendant trouble and expense. After making the acquaintance of Cisco, I determined always to maintain a friendship with someone who owns mules. In this case a life-long friend, someone whom I met in Kindergarten, owned two mules, one of which was Cisco. Perfect, I thought.
Since these snapshots were taken, however, my friend sold Cisco off to parts unknown without consulting me first, that is to say, behind my back, off to slavery in Egypt as far as I know . . . or Missouri maybe, which is just as bad.