I saw a group of kids pedalin' their bikes past the gate today, and for a second, I could almost taste the metallic ....

That first real heat of the season always brings back those long Texas summers from my childhood. I can still hear the roar of the engines at the dirt track races on Saturday nights, and I remember the way the air felt thick and happy while we were campin' out at Garza-Little Elm. We spent our days fishin' or tubin' down the Colorado River, just a big ol' tribe of us kids lookin' for the next splash while our mamas and papas kept the grill smokin'. Life was just so simple back then, rollin' around the skatin' rink until our legs gave out and stayin' outside until the lightning bugs signaled it was time to head home. Those golden days taught me everything I needed to know about lookin' out for one another and keepin' the peace. It’s that same spirit of togetherness I try to bring to every cookout and every hug I give today. Hook ’em forever, y’all.