Out here at the intersection of country and city, we are tractors and Teslas, grazing cattle and golf courses, concerts in the park and cacophonous geese flying overhead. We rise in the morning to open skies, sparkling waters, and a slightly less hurried pace. We’re a little bit country, a little bit rock and roll, and we like it that way. 

This place, where we enjoy the fruits of our labor and the fruits of the season, is where we are and where we want to be. As our days roll by, we want this good life to continue — whatever comes our way — so we surround ourselves with people we can trust, people who put our well-being first. People called fiduciaries.