You know, things don’t always turn out as we planned, but then that’s life, isn’t it?
For instance, 25 years ago I wanted to get a farm and raise buffalo. That’s right, buffalo, the horned and curly-haired symbol of the wild and wooly West. But common sense, that old nemesis that torpedoes most of our youthful aspirations, prevailed.
So I lowered my goals and decided I would raise another icon of the West, Longhorn cattle. But marriage, kids, baseball, softball, school functions and all the other “distractions” that go with the aforementioned sank that idea.