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I remember random things from when I was young. I remember my dad building a go-cart from an old wagon. I remember camping trips and

I wondered for a long time why I loved the mountains so much. I think about them, long to go there, look at pictures and

Well, you would not think it was close to fall here in Smithville, Texas. 100 plus temps still rolling in. Now it is not uncommon

When I was little, my dad nicknamed me Cowboy. Although I was raised an asphalt cowboy in the city of Houston, Texas, somewhere inside I

I can’t image how my mom felt when I came up the stairs from the basement, wild eyed, and with everything I owned. She opened

I had no idea who Terry Moyer was before I met him and to this day I haven’t been able to find him again. He