Kenneth Henderson
The Only Mansion I Ever Slept in With My Mule: The Grisso Henderson Mansion
I was riding into Seminole, Oklahoma on a Tuesday evening with Woody and Maggie with the usual question on my mind: where were we going to sleep?
Then I spotted the mansion. It sat on a low rise next to the road, like something a cowboy might dream up after too long in the saddle: tiled roof, bronze statues, fountains catching the afternoon light and not a splintered piece of barn wood in sight.… Continue reading
I Mistook the Owner for the Gardener: The Grisso Henderson Mansion
It’s a twelve hour ride from Eufaula, OK to Raiford. That’s fine when the days are fourteen hours long.
These days, they’re not.
The shorter days of late summer make one decide; ride late or pitch camp early? Some days I pick the saddle over the tent. Other days I settle for a mansion.
This week I went from one extreme to another in a day.
This Saturday… Continue reading
