An' I spots the corral and a standin' alone
There I sees this caballo, a strawberry roan.
The Original Strawberry Roan
The first horse to run off with me was a roan. His coat was the
color of strawberry milk with flies in it. So I recall. I was ten
years old, and the scene of the action was an old rent stable
called Fox Hills Academy, out on the edge of Inglewood, California.
Fox Hills was near the Los Angeles International Airport where, in
the 1920s, fields of wheat, barley and lima beans had been
converted into landing strips. Then men started dreaming up
freeways, and the freeways tore out the heart of the irrigated
desert. Fox Hills is buried underneath the San Diego freeway. Rush
hour traffic snaking across the horizon.