I have a big brother, Joe. He is one of the steadiest men I have ever known. A real man. He is so steady I think sometimes the entire universe overlooks him. The universe overlooks most great men. Because their greatness is a slow, solid thing. When you stand on a thing you tend to forget it is holding you up.
Wolcott, Colorado. I saw this scene of horses and the harsh environment and I thought of Joe. I thought of my stepfather, Randy. I thought of the men I have known who go out into the world and do the work of protecting and feeding and keeping. Sometimes these men do the work of dying for us. I thought… this is America and these men, these men are the truest Americans. And I thought… maybe now I am one too.