Rodeo highlight: Future Farmers uphold the spirit of what makes America great
Being the youngest of four, I was tolerated as the tag along. But my brother, Kit, was kind.
When we were toddlers, Kit used to kiss me like Bugs Bunny kissed Elmer Fudd. When we got a little older, he’d sometimes sock me in the stomach. By high school, there was 20 yards between us as we walked into school every morning but I always knew that from the corner of his eye, Kit watched over me. He cared. He played football on the high school team, wore his FFA (Future Farmers of America) jacket proudly, and worked part time at a veterinary clinic. I adored him. Still do.