Not my First Rodeo

In a different world, the adjective “tragicomic” would have withered from disuse and irrelevance. Some of the time, we would be laughing, and some of the time, we would be weeping, and we would never get confused about whether we should be laughing

The professional kinship between historians and rodeo clowns has long gone unnoticed, a situation that has to change. When rodeo clowns see that a rider is in big trouble, tangled in his gear while the animal beneath him is bucking and twisting up a