Time has a way of altering our perspective over the course of a single day or somewhere within the uncharted territory of a new tomorrow. The railroad tracks set a course for a lifetime of stories on the day I began a new story on a postcard from Albuquerque, New Mexico. I can no longer recall a single word from that postcard but I can picture all the stories to be told somewhere in between the lines. Every story has a beginning and today is always a good day to start something new.