Earlier this morning I returned from, of all places, Heaven. No, I didn’t “bite the big one," “croke” or “pass on.”

I suppose that is rather obvious since I’m writing this at the moment.

While that coveted location is envisioned differently by nearly all, my idea of Heaven is a half section, 320 acres for those not familiar with the description, of Southern Colorado Sandhills. This particular morning the 12 inch tall clumps of wide bladed grass were covered in droplets of water from the light rain that was falling. It was 57 degrees out and the cattle were spread over the entire pasture, each...