Go West...

I am not big reader of poetry, but every time I look at these photos of Thunder Jack, I can't help but think of the following few words by the British poets collectively known as the Pet Shop Boys.

"Go West...
Life is peaceful there...
Go West...

In the open air...

Go West...
Where the skies are blue...

Go West...

This is what we're gonna do..."

I'm convinced that song is about America and its pioneer spirit. But the song might be about the hard working men of America...the men who need a break after a long day laboring at the various toils of manly duties out there in the manly world....

 

Men like police officers keeping the peace with their nigh sticks...
Men like bikers in shiny black leather cruising the streets late at night...

Men like cowboys riding bareback in lonely territory, a lariat at their side, longing for conversation.

Men like the chiseled construction worker unafraid to work with his shirt off on while riveting steel.

Men like the proud native warrior, who wrestled a bear once by himself and lived to tell the tail...
Men like our proud sailors and soldiers,  with a salute and a "Yes Sir," they do this country proud...

So perhaps the song is a bit of both...Maybe it is a tribute to America and maybe it is a tribute to our hard working men. I mean, it's not like the men above are all going to sit around a hot tub talking about the Golden Girls. These are real men here. Real American Men. Men who embody the spirit of the Pioneer West.

So Go West, young man. Go West...maybe to San Francisco.