I’m not really going to write this newsletter about things that annoy me. I just included that because I wanted to grab your attention. Let me tell you a story…

When I was a little boy, we lived on a farm. I must have been five or six years old and it was during one of those periods in my life where my father decided he wanted to go old school and be a farmer or something like that. He had his reasons and his reasons were known to him alone. We had pigs and cows and a creepy old barn.

Because he lived by the cowboy code and probably should have been born 100 years earlier than he was, he wanted horses. So, at this point in my life, there were horses lurking about the farm. Occasionally, I got to ride one.