Rodeo is one thing I’ll miss this time of year because of the pandemic. These photos are from last year. Several words come to mind when I think of Rodeo; reverence, respect, cooperation and family just to name a few. I love cowboy culture. It brings back memories of better days when life was simple. When I was a kid, I used to dream of being a cowboy. Books by Louis L’Amore and tv shows like Rawhide, Bonanza and Sky King were all the rage. I had a reproduction of a Charles Marion Russel painting, “The Broken Rope” hanging over my bed, depicting three cowboys, one falling from his horse while trying to rope a steer. I used to stare at it for hours thinking about what went wrong.