When my parents picked up our gnarly roots in 1974
and transplanted us from Missouri to Nebraska,
we rented a house about two city blocks from the infamous Tanker Hill.
From my current back porch, it stands around 3 miles away.
Why does looking West remind us to look to the past?
Simply because High Noon reminds us to remember the present?
One’s perspective always gets fired up when memories light the way.
Not only salt pillars make History.
Season to taste the best!