You ever sit on the hood of your pick-up, look at the stars and wonder what all this life-adventure is about?

Seems I was always a dreamer. My 4 year old self found a smooth rock while hiking with my mother and she shared, “Could be a petrified dinosaur egg.” I didn’t know what petrified meant, but I did know what dinosaur meant. I swaddled the rock in my favorite blanket and then carried it with care down into the basement. I sat on it with the vision of taming my triceratops to ride around my town. It never did hatch.