My oldest brother brought his young family to Colorado after being released from his service in the Navy at the end of the Cuban Missile Crises. A year earlier, my mom and dad along with my other two brothers and one sister left the bitter winters of Minnesota to start a new life there at the foot of the Rocky Mountains. As a nine-year-old I had envisioned life in the west as an old western movie complete with cowboy hats and six-guns. By the end of the first summer I realized that mountain tops,...
