"I wish Frank was here," Glasscock said. "You'd like him. He is really the personality here. He's had a 103-year-old man on him, several governors of several states, and he is the one that wound his way through a crowd in Richmond, Va., and found a young girl who was ill. He gently nibbled at her cheek."
Glasscock said that he might sell George when the trip is over, but Frank will definitely go to a therapeutic riding program somewhere.
"He can just sense when someone is ill. He is so kind, you can feel his kindness. I do miss him. I do."
Still, he insists, the other horses do fine. Every day is a blessing to him, he said. Except maybe the days when the skies open and the rain falls.
He doesn't keep a rigid schedule. He just keeps heading away from one state and toward another. His next capital city is Oklahoma City, up Interstate 35.
In all, Glasscock's venture is an unceremonious passage. He has no entourage, no escort. He doesn't ask for interviews. He'll just hand out a card with Pensacola Christian's address on it and ask that you mail the donations to the school.
He does like to make contact with people at the state capitals. He has met with dozens of governors, or state tourism people. Only one state snubbed him entirely.
Weeks ago he couldn't get any recognition from Gov. Rick Perry's office in Austin.
Glasscock will shuffle through the pages of his small, worn address book for the names and numbers of people who keep track of him. There is a woman in England who keeps a Web site on him. A woman in New Jersey talks with him on the phone frequently.
He just keeps riding. He figures he has a couple of years still to go. And he won't be the first to do it. What is being called "the longest continual equestrian trip of the 20th century" was done over the same route back in 1912-1915. Four horsemen from Washington state made the epic ride, logging 20,352 miles.
Glasscock will be the oldest rider ever to do it.
He takes pride in that, but quickly says this will be his final long ride.
Rubbing the blackened leather on his vintage saddle, he said it has been patched too many times. "And it shrunk," he said. "It fit me just right 50 years ago. Now its too small."
Donations to honor Glasscock's ride can be mailed to Philip Scholarship Fund, Pensacola Christian College, 250 Brent Lane, Pensacola, Fla. 32523.
Art Chapman, (817) 390-7422 firstname.lastname@example.org