Pappa Hardy's Musings on Life.

We are at the time of year where the night doesn’t last very long. Soon, we will be at the longest day of the year and the shortest night of the year. Then, the inevitable process of shorter days and longer nights will begin to occur. I hate that change. I love the early summer, and love to see the sun. I am in mourning already knowing that this month will bring that change. When I was up at 5am this morning, I was already seeing traces of the sun coming up. I at least have 3 weeks or so of longer days to go.

Good Ole Cheyenne, the home of Frontier Days. We are in town this week visiting with the kids in Cheyenne. We lived here for a long time, and the kids, most of them, consider this town as home. For me, it will be a place I fondly remember because of the family associations and the friends that I have here, but it will never be the home that Utah is.

That aside, Cheyenne has changed a lot over the years, and yet, it is also the same. It has grown. The streets are more crowded, and there have been improvements and other such things occur. However, I think the thing, outside of family, that I will always remember Cheyenne the most for is Frontier Days and the image that the city has. It is a symbol of the old west. That spirit, and the spirit of friendliness, will always be something that I remember Cheyenne for.

I love to write. I don’t do it very well. I don’t have the style that my son Chris has. I don’t have the ability to use prose and to be intellectual. I can’t always seem to get my thoughts down like I would like to do. I can’t always seem to move people by my prose, but regardless, I love to write. I picked that up somewhere. I write diaries. I keep my thoughts to myself. I also write this blog, and tell people what I am thinking, again often not doing much of a job. At this age in my life, I doubt that I will ever be able to excel at writings, but still I like to do it, and the few, the very few, who read my ramblings will have to endure my passion. I doubt anyone ever reads this blog, but if they do, I want them to know, if they haven’t guessed it by now, that I love to write.