A Whiff of Prairie Air and Golden Dreams You know, there are some mornings when you just wake up, and a memory hits you like a warm hug. It might be the smell of fresh-cut grass, or a tune on the radio, or even just a fleeting thought of a place that holds a special corner of your heart. For me, lately, it’s been the wide-open spaces of South Dakota, funnily enough. I’ve been thinking a lot about the sprawling landscapes, the Black Hills standing proud, and the winding roads that tell a thousand tales. It’s funny how places stick with us, isn’t it? They etch themselves into our very being, bec...
