YELLOWSTONE CALLS MY NAME: SHIP WRECK BAND 50th

It is a time to reflect and feel the small voice inside calling me. My heartbeat grew a little stronger as I realized it was coming from the attic of my mind. As I move through the attic of my mind, I see the unopened chest from yesteryear, with faded lettering written in an arch on the outside. This book is part of what I found while revisiting its dusty contents. I retrieved an old letter from Christmas many years ago, which included a poem. This was one of my greatest gifts, from a man I...