Cowboy!

Ode to my brother! Today I thank God for the blessing of a closer relationship with my brother. We were close as kids but drifted in high school. We found ourselves the children of the same two competent parents, growing up on a farm, but in two very different social classes. My brother, Cowboy, hung out with the "wrong crowd" - smoking and driving around on school nights. The kind of kid who never feet welcomed at any high school sporting events. He wore 29x34 size jeans, long hair and a Duster jacket.

Today, he is a great dad for 3 boys, only 1 of which live with him. He has a good work ethic spending most of his time laying carpet, hanging dry wall and mowing yards. Together we enjoy KU basketball, a good pork loin, the management of the farm and any film by Mel Brookes.

He is my brother and he is a true testimony of all the choices he has ever made - bad and good. I named him Cowboy because I think he was born about 150 years too late. On the other hand, maybe he is just a future copy of some of the men who roamed the open space of Colorado...the men who find a name on our family tree.