Tomorrow I head to Absarokee, Montana to meet up with my old friend Mike and hopefully my brother Brad. I spent my youth in Montana and Wyoming. Once a Montanan always a Montanan. Interestingly, I really only spent five of those years in Absarokee. Yet, I consider it home. I'm going home to visit with old friends and I suspect confront old memories.
This old man is still "running against the wind"! I wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then! The years have moved slowly past. I've lost my way a few times! But, the roads were many. I'm still searching. I find however, that I don't need shelter against the wind. Cowboys ride against the wind. I'm older now but still running against the wind. Good lyrics. :-)
I'm going to where the "wild horses" live ~ where memories live ~ both good and bad. Bittersweet.
Gordon, et al
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