From the Editor

You’ve been there, trying not to make your eyerolls too terribly obvious, as the guy who always, always has to make dang sure everyone knows just how much of a cowboy he is asserts control of the situation.

It’s been nearly three years since the Tyson Holcomb plant fire upheaval, and right on the heels of that, its ugly stepsister – the coronavirus.

The list of events that I’ve predicted accurately in my life wouldn’t make me a Las Vegas sage. But in my humble opinion, I’ve got a solid track record.

“Was anything discussed on how to reduce beef’s impact on climate change?”

His question caught me off guard.

Every 15 years or so, it happens in this country. A gas shortage or price-gouging event that presses every American with a vehicle into fits of depression, anger and an occasional primal scream.

Joining the army, skydiving, running 20-something ultramarathons, partying and biking across Sweden isn’t the usual four-year training period for athletes between the Olympic games.