I want to take the time to write something more reflective for the holiday season, but I just got this in my inbox and I have to share it with the world. It is, perhaps, the greatest thing ever.
Grandpa often has Walker: Texas Ranger on when I get home from work. It's is the highlight/lowlight of my day.
The other day I caught part of an episode where Walker stared down a wolf, because he was able to channel some sort of American Indian ancenstral cosmic connection with the animal.
I didn't know if I should laugh or cry. I think I did both.