Two Cheers for Rangemaster

Hate to get all sentimental on ya.  But here’s a little tribute to one of my favorite places, in the words of one of my favorite poets.

Nothing Gold Can Stay
by Robert Frost

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Rangemaster has closed the chapter on its brick and mortar establishment.  But the founder’s mission lives on, from caterpillar to butterfly!  Rise of the Phoenix!  Pick your metaphor!  Bottom line, as the poem suggestions, it’s not midnight.  It’s morning — a whole new day.  For the full write-up, please click here.