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I didn’t know what a cowboy was until Bon Jovi told me. I guessed a steel horse was a motorcycle, but hoped it might be a robotic horse. Going West feels like the Grand Tour. Bon Jovi saw that hair somewhere. Things and people shift to spectacles, subject to mimicry or dismissal for entertainment or education. I took my Italian friends to the Prairie, they said it looked just like Rome, their home. We left the Macaroni West and went to the Macaroni Grill. I stuck a feather duster in this crap and called it Macaroni.