My brother, the Zamboni driver
In December, during our 12-hour trek (which turned into 16 because of traffic jams and rerouting) back home from the Gateway Dirt Nationals, I was again reminded the power of laughter and comfort of fellowship.
And of course, along the way we added another story or six to the archive that we have built over the last 25 or so years together.
I always fly into St. Louis, Mo., a few days earlier than my crew guys. They finish up their work week at home and then jump in a MORE