I’ve always been a dreamer, and I hope that never changes.

Sixty-three years ago I was daydreaming in a first grade classroom in Ridgway while the teacher said blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Twelve years later as a high school senior in Montrose, I spent five days a week daydreaming while the teachers said blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. I rarely ever carried a book home from school, and when I did, it was only for show. I had no intentions of ever opening the silly thing. I managed to pass every ...