Sundays headed home

On the edge of common sense

I have been a travelin’ man a good part of my life. Most of my speakin’ jobs are Friday and Saturday nights, so Sunday means I’m usually on the road and headed home.

For me, Sunday morning on the road is a good part of bein’ me. Nine times out of ten I’m in a rent car drivin’ to an airport where I board a flight to a major hub where I connect to another flight that gets me within an hour of bein’ home.link Baxter Black

Since my territory covers the U.S. and Canada I get to see fresh country every week. In different seasons, in all kinds of weather, day or night…it’s like a travel movie. I stop and take pictures for the office Facebook page. I always try to include photos of cows on green pasture, high desert, corn stubble, palmetto, cactus, forests, woods, swamps, the frozen north, and mesquite higher than your horse. A picture that I think might interest any farmer watchin’ from another part of the country.

I’m a good traveler but a poor tourist, though sometimes I can’t resist taking pictures! Like ice on the Mississippi River, a bridge in Duluth, the peaks and rock formations on the road from Reno to Bishop, the state house in Albany, Cullman to Nashville, Thibodaux to Baton Rouge, Livingston to Billings, Van Horn to Alpine, Audubon to Omaha, Stockville to North Platte, the Wal-Mart in Silver City, Moab, London, OH, Portland (both of them), Springfield (both of them), Emporia to Eldorado, Denver to Lamar, Pittsburg to Elkins, the Appalachians, at least 3 Greenfields, Miami to Brandon, Miami to Tulsa, Miami to Wauchula, and finally Tucson to Benson.

On the road most Sunday mornings my spirits are high. The folks that come to my programs are my folks; rural…country people who are involved in agriculture, its land and its animals. They invite me to their town, they make me welcome and I do my best to give them their money’s worth.

So when I head out the next morning with a cup of convenience store coffee, in the cup holder, in my rent car, I am uplifted, the world is good, I don’t have to worry about next week yet. I have time to let the camaraderie of last night sink in and I inevitably talk to God and thank Him for another good time, for the wonderful people who’s world I get to be a part of, and the fortuitous blessing that I was born in America.

I usually have a big ol’ grin on my face. He travels with me, He’s always there, regardless of my behavior. I guess on those ‘coming home’ Sundays I get to spend a little private time with Him. Which is pretty generous considering all the church services He’s committed to on Sunday mornings. I mean, ya know He’s got to be busy. But it doesn’t stop me from rattlin’ on and, somehow He always seems to have time to listen me and I don’t take it for granted.

Baxter Black is a self-described cowboy poet, ex-veterinarian and sorry team roper. He can be contacted at 1-800-654-2550 or by e-mail at:

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