I left home at 18. Never returned, at least not for long. College in Indiana. Met Miss from Ohio at 21. Columbus, Ohio became home at 22. Kansas roots? Long gone…
Never forgotten.
This past week I walked a few of the holes of the Salina Elks golf course. This is where my dad introduced me to this great game you cannot win – you can only play (Thanks, Bagger Vance). Great memories came flooding forward as I looked out over the third green and down the eleventh fairway and over to the 13th, 14th and beyond. My dad is buried just up the road a piece. Long gone. Never forgotten. Very, very thankful.
Dad, you wouldn’t recognize the man I’m becoming. The arrogant, aggressive, proud, win at all costs kid has grown into a very different man. Yeah, dad, I’m a lot more like you than either of us thought I’d be. The little boy? Long gone. Thankful for your example. See you soon.
Live hard. Love harder…
BUILT TO LEAD 
Chet, Awesome memory!!! I’m so thankful to have met you and spent time with your dad in Salina. ….will never forget Salina, it has a place in my heart!!!