Chain Ring Cowboy

Rusty and Me My name is Richard Alan Jordan Jr. I was born June 30, 1948, in El Paso, Texas, at about 6 am; the first son in a sizable family. My father is Richard Alan Jordan Sr and my mother is Norma Jean Vines. Our house was right on the edge of the cotton fields in the lower valley, by the river between Texas and Juarez.   I was about five years old and learning more about who I was. I think I just started to notice life happening when mother let me and my dog Rusty go out to the early mornings before others would wake. Our usual activity was to sit on the edge of the porch and enjoy the sunrise heading our way, taking the soft dew with it. For me and Rusty, it was the delight for the morning. We never got far from each other in those days. During the early morning, the sun was just starting to show itself and let anyone see it who was this early. As the sun was starting to get hot, we moved to the back of the house to where the chickens and rabbits were running around. T

The Prison I living in has water, animals, and food to visit with me Rj

Where some of my friends live I'm missing my boys in prison.  I'm out here and they're in there. I don't believe that confining the women and men in that type of place is appropriate for the majority of those that are there. I've gone to meet good people every week for 3 years until this  pandemic came to affect everyone in the world. I will be happy when everyone on the entire planet can visit whoever they want to. When I first started going to the Sanchez Unit, I knew right away that this was the right calling for me. I want to tell a little story about one of my guys. I call them my guys or brother because I am older than them. While I was perusing around Facebook, I found an ex-prisoner I knew, who has done so well with his life.  It was great to see this man. A cowboy from the panhandle. I had heard about some of the things he has done, like working for his church, getting a good job, taking care of his horses and the property he lives on. It might be

I Was Gone From Here But  Glad To Get Back  The times have gone the direction to the place where each one has to slide through the final window only to see the past that can’t be fixed because of all of the broken glass. But I heard them tell me to not look back because the end is where I am to build the house of Kings, or wait for darkness of endless sleep.  The first time I put something in this blogger was about 14 years ago. So, today I start again, with this humble hello. I am amazed that Google held onto all those years and let me continue with some words and coming back into this place to things I care about once again during this time of life.  I will write a few things about me and mine. I also want to talk about the world we are living in. I want to hear from some of my friends. I would like for you to tell me what you think about what is said, or whatever you think about anything. I don’t know much for someone who thinks he's smart, so I could use your