Yesterday my dream became concrete reality. We had a sidewalk poured to connect the back of our house to Emma's bower and my parent's driveway. As I watched the work progress, my eye kept lighting on this one man. He swung a pick ax, operated heavy equipment, and worked concrete with complete ease and looked elegant doing it. Why? He wore a long-sleeved western shirt, a cowboy hat, and light-colored jeans--nothing unusual, but he stood out from the other laborers who wore short-sleeved pullovers or t-shirts and ball caps.