Like everyone else with two legs I put my pants on just like the rest of you: one leg at a time.

I stand in the line at the supermarket and watch the nicely packaged items get scanned and bagged. I get out and pump gas in the car hearing the black blood gurgle through the hose as the dollars keep entering other bank accounts simultaneously. I eat. I drink. I sleep.

Dr. Thompson has a theory that the truth is not told during the 9 to 5 hours.

Work hard. Save money. Have a little luck.

It's that simple. Good luck.

Many of the names out here in the New West are native. Some names and things will never change. Like the buffalo that used to tread this ground in much larger numbers, we are all marching along and will follow the leaders to what appears to be an edge of a cliff. And then. Good luck.