I don't know what it is about "Denver"....
Maybe it's the comraderie everyone shares, or the love for quality livestock.
Maybe it's the friends you only get to see here...this one time of year.
Maybe it's the kids out on the floor - blazers on, notebooks tucked into the back of their slacks, jostling for the best spot on the corner to watch the livestock make the turn.
Maybe it's the bustle of the shopping areas, and the BBQ you look forward to at lunch.
Maybe it's the smell of Pink Oil and the shine of the blown hair.
Maybe it's the starched jeans, or the over the top bling.
Maybe it's walking through The Yards or stopping to see the pens.
Maybe it's the awe of those who've hauled in carloads of cattle, and brave the weather to make sure they look their best.
Maybe it's sitting in the stands, silently, all day long - and not feeling like a minute was wasted.
Whatever it is about "Denver" - or the National Western Stock Show - I love it.
And I'm so thankful to be here.