Those first stirring notes of music. That familiar name in large letters. A few hoofbeats announcing that the magic is beginning. And just like that, we are catapulted back to the familiar sensations and memories of our youth. Our hero is riding the range again. He rides for truth. He rides for justice. And we ride with him.
I don’t know about you folks, but a part of me has never grown up. I still thrill to those hoofbeats and root my cowboy hero on to victory. As I see him… [Read More]