My great uncle Norman owned a cattle ranch out near Elkwater, where my dad spent a lot of his days as a young boy riding horses and exploring. Uncle Norm spent his whole life building up the ranch and figuring out the best way to make millions. None of us could ever really figure out why, as he lived fairly simply rarely buying himself new clothes, driving second-hand vehicles and eating at cheap restaurants.
I haven't blogged in a while, but I hope you don't mind me reblogging this post about my Uncle Norm. He recently changed my life again, more than eight years after his death, and I miss him more than ever. I'd give anything to while away another lunchtime playing crib, Norm.
