Every time September 11th roles around we are reminded that freedom doesn't come free. This year seemed to be especially cathartic.
The Vietnam memorial wall was in town and I got to see it for the first time. My heart was in my throat as I approached these heroes. But once in, I heard them say Go! We didn't die for nothing.
9/11 hits me close. This was the beginning of my call to the priesthood. I was 21 and life was good, but my world was shook just like everybody's. My response like so many's was what can I do, I'm here to serve. My path didn't lead me into the military, but it did set me on a course that led me into the priesthood.
We took on a new cowboy this weekend. Shane Cardi is new to CC and wants to learn the ropes. Welcome to the herd partner.
Once we got Chief and him aquatinted we showed up for the Memorial Parade to lead Matt Walker's float down 2nd Street.
Knowing Shane had been studying some Wyoming history I wanted to show him this wall with ancient artifacts. He was amazed.
I think we found a pair. You done good ol' son. Wear that hat with honor.
Mmm... feels good.
While on the Bell, John invited a few friends over so we jumped in.
You're a generous man John, and you've come a long way. Keep up the Good work.
Hobo Jim was the main feature. Campfires are his venue of choice, though he's no stranger to Nashville. Shane had a special interest as he's been known to pick a cord or two. May God bless you Jim. Thanks for coming up and lightening our hearts.
In light of so much raw and realness, what is a man to do? Keep on ranchin in a free world! Our heroes died so that we could live. Not for ourselves, but for those who come after us. If freedom is only me deep the world is in trouble. But if we look to those who will reap what we sow, then we're ranchin. Never forget. If we do, we'll pay the price. Freedom never comes free.