You can smell it if you only will. Take a moment. Plain as the nose on your face.
This past weekend’s trip across Nebraska reminds me how important it is to stop and smell the roses. And they are everywhere. So are the pungent feed lots. Roses a little hard to appreciate due to the large number of turds interspersed, you’d be surprised how many people don’t even take the time to notice the difference.
If you can’t beat them, join them. I’ve enrolled in the Taft University Law School and will be pursuing my Doctorate of Jurisprudence degree online. The local race management field is getting so crowded I need something to fall back on. I’m flattered that so many of the people I mentored are now active with their own events. Only good for the local running community.
I had supper with a UNL alum on Sunday. Big donor too, really big. He described his decision to not support Bo Pelini any longer. Resolute, he. Provided specific details and instances. Then I gave him my point of view. How Bo is a Real Leader of men. How he inspires those athletes around him to greater greatness. How they respect his fiery nature, caring not if it is palatable to the general populace. A populace that knows little to absolutely nothing about what it takes to mold men and champions. A populace that values some antiquated notion of self described Midwestern sensibilities. How everyone must get along, glad handing each corner of constituency. With all due respect to Tom Osborne, his time passed. I can see how many of the Old Guard might insist that his way is the only way, but let’s face it Dr. Tom was a one off. No one will ever be able to fit that mold. I told my dinner companion how I could personally identify with Bo, how we are cut from the same philosophical bolt of cloth. Provided him an alternative and first hand perspective. And changed his mind.
Be careful what you ask for fans. You might not like Bo but you’re going to like losing a hell of a lot less. Are you smelling what I’m stepping in?
Two fine women and one lucky guy. My dear sweet Alli and loving Linda. What more could a man ask for?
The Tobin Indian Raid. Buffalo Bill was dispatched from Fort McPherson to this exact spot hoping to hold accountable those involved. With no success this particular time, chalk one up for the good guys.
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