I took a ride this morning down a long, dirt road in the country. Heather went with me this time. We went to see a memorial and we went to pay our respects. We went for a chance to remember, and we went for a chance to look forward. Most of all, we just went because we needed to go.

The scene has changed.

On that dusty country road, where just a moment ago, three young ladies left us too soon there is a curve. It is a curve that most of us will never forget. Just a simple curve in a simple road, t...