Pic of the Day: “When I was a kid I used to spend summers on my uncle’s farm. And he had this plow horse he used to work with everyday. He really loved that plow horse. One summer she came up lame. It could barely stand. The vet offered to put her down. You know what my uncle said?” “No, Muir, what did he say?” “He said, why would I ask somebody else to kill a horse that belonged to me?” (25th Anniversary)