Back in the 1940s, I lived on a farm just three miles from Bryan, TX. One Saturday there was going to be a grand parade and street party in Bryan, and my two friends Porkey and Bubba had spent Friday night with me so we could go into town on horseback and ride in the parade. We were riding on three green-broke horses, which means the horses were still in training and not quite experienced enough for anyone to ride or work them confidently. I had been working with them all summer, and both my dad and I both thought they were okay to ride in the parade.