Walk out the front door of my house and look up, way up. The western edge of the Rocky Mountains climbs almost four-thousand feet right in front of you. It is an awe-inspiring sight and people are amazed at the beauty of it. But not everyone. My next door neighbor, Mike, has the same view. Late one night, he picked up a friend at the airport and it was dark by the time they got home. As the sun rose the next morning, Mike found his friend in the front yard staring at the mountains. “You know Mike,” he.
