I could’ve entitled this ‘how I spent my summer vacation’ but I thought that’d be a bit 3rd grade. One of the things I do best in life is chronicle moments. Not timelines. Moments. Like the night of my birthday at the Elks Lodge in Creede, Colorado when Dennis took my breath away on the dance floor as we were surrounded by rednecks, dancin’ with the stars wannabees and cowboys who’d had a few too many.