Nearly thirty years ago I began making a routine trek back and forth from the family ranch near Capitan to become highly educated here in Aggie Land. My college “vacations” typically involved lots of fresh air inhaled at a pant while branding calves, stuffing wool sacks, pounding posts or stretching wire. After these “breaks”, with the Ranchero packed full of clean underwear and ranch beef, I would ecstatically head back to State. The trip always started with the Eagles queued up in the cassette player. As I would hit cruising altitude south of Carrizozo -Henley, Frey & Dyson would be hittin’ the big notes: “You can go the distance - we’ll find out in the Long Run…!”