My favorite childhood book was a book my mother gave me about a man named Dan who was a cowboy. I read this book over and over because, as a little boy I found it incredible that anyone could like beans as much as this character did. And the more I read the book, the more it seemed to me that he liked them. Cowboy Dan…out there on the range… just eating his beans… I remember he used to cook them in a tin pan on an open fire out on the open range. Just himself, his cattle and some ranch hands gazing up at the stars at night. This was how I wanted to live.