From the Desk of Ian Culley @IanCulley
I’ve had the pleasure of driving cross country multiple times, covering every inch of I-10.
I made so many memorable moments on those drives …
I pushed through white-out conditions in Kansas. (My brother had an appointment with the State Department in Washington D.C., and we couldn’t stop.)
I “accidentally” crossed into Juarez, Mexico, which turned into one helluva time!
And I picked up more than one speeding ticket on the reservation (highway patrol doesn’t play in Navajo country).
I somehow made it coast to coast every time.
While many details of those treks slip away with the years, I’ll always remember the Alamo.
I know, it’s funny. I didn’t even go inside.
To be clear, my memory of the Alamo has nothing to do with the historic battle or the revisionist histories that have been written and rewritten since.
Instead, I picture a meager fort in the twilight – nothing more. A truly humble beacon of strength.
The understated image resurfaces in my mind’s eye this week as I plan and plot the best way to trade gold.