Thirty years pass quickly. Suddenly I found myself at the bottom of Grand Canyon. In my heart I still felt like the sleepy-eyed kid my father had dragged out of bed to see the canyon sunrise. Part of me, when in a room full of adults, will always feel like a young buck. My brain's solder connections are hard-wired in that way. Serious adults always make me squirm like a teenager.
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