Jackson, Wyoming began as a settlement for trappers and mountain men in the 1800’s. It has grown, prospered and now morphed into a full blown tourist town. Around the town square, businesses push kitschy trinkets and overpriced duds for dudes. There is a plethora of galleries selling artsy items in the ba-zillion dollar range. Movie stars stroll the boardwalks in search of the latest in ski fashions in the winter when they come to be seen at the three nearby resorts.
At six in the afternoon a crowd gathers at one corner of the town square to watch the “shootout.” Actors from one of the town’s playhouses show up in their western gear to present a cheezy melodramatic gunfight while promoting their production for the evening—usually Oklahoma! or, as in this case, Annie Get Your Gun.
This guy, the sarsaparilla salesman, started the event off by scaring everybody out of their shorts with a blast from his shotgun.
He told the crowd how his sarsaparilla
could cure all ills and promote good health.
A “customer” in full cowboy gear stepped up to endorse the product. Claiming he could hardly walk until he drank sarsaparilla, and now he could dance.
Several other characters arrived and took the salesman to task because the sarsaparilla didn't make them become taller or help their hair grow long and lovely as claimed.
This guy said most of his hair fell out after trying the drink and took off his hat to prove it.
There was then much shouting.
Guns blazed and smoke filled the air.
While the crowd watched and held their ears
the cowboys went down in all manner of agony and glory.
Soon no one in the street was left standing except the lady in the fancy dress and the bar maid. Fancy Lady encouraged one and all to show up later to see their play at the theater.
My occupation in graphics mostly involves designing and preparing custom art to be screen printed or embroidered on clothing such as shirts, jackets and hats. We do a lot of jobs for businesses, schools and sports teams. Most of my work is pretty routine. Although every day is different, and the people where I work are a bunch of crazies.
Lately we've been printing shirts for county employees. The design is just the county seal with the name of the job underneath such as "transportation," "roads and bridges" etc. These people are probably not paid much and someone is not paid to think much. Case in point. Would you like to go about your day wearing a shirt with the logo below printed on your left chest?