Evening falls and Briz is at the computer again. Not checking scores for fantasy football, not seeking weather or news, he is checking on horses for sale.
"Do you realize that we only have 1/2 acre of suburban manicured lawn and landscaping? When would I find the time to excercise and feed? Do you know the costs of feed, tack, boarding?" I ask.
To Briz, there is always a way, always an option, so he persists. "It's for you." He says. "I know how happy it would make you."
Until he sells his wife on the idea, he borrows a friend's animals and takes his children for Saturday morning rides.
But, hey! There is a 3 year old trained mustang available for $250. He chose the wrong career.