photos and words by cheri sabraw
I love to be in the presence of a guy who feels comfortable with himself, with his feathers, with his direction in life, and most of all, with his point of view.
A guy who flies to the top of his world, albeit humble, and calls out for all to hear, “Chi-ca-go, Chi-ca-go.”
I love a guy who then sits back ,with a jaunty turn of the head and a feather in his hat, content with his song, his style, his manhood.
If only he wouldn’t finish my sentences, he’d be perfect.