A story of crushed up cans, a homeless military vet and integrity.
A few days ago i had someone ask me what I stood for? It got me thinking. The majority of my adult life, my dad would make us crush the soda (beer) can by stomping on it and throw it in the back of his truck bed. It didn’t matter where we were, at home, at the ranch, didn’t matter. I remember somedays looking in the back of that truck bed and thinking, wow, what a mess! Cans everywhere! Thousands of them. I remember times, inviting buddies to our ranch and almost being embar