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Chicken Fried

January 21, 2012

Whenever I hear the Zac Brown hit, I’m instantly transported to three years ago.

It’s probably a favorite snapshot of my life in Colorado: driving in the camo Jeep with my buddies, singing like fools at the tops of our lungs, windows rolled all the way down, sun glinting on the reservoir, purple mountains in the rearview mirror and golden Cottonwoods flanking a twisting road in front of us. No cares. Just smiles. Companionship.  Worn boots. Good times that aren’t yet memories.

 

Yeesh I’m feeling sappy and nostalgic.

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