Buffalo Bill Cody was more than just a showman—he was a bridge between the untamed frontier and the modern world, a man who lived through the transformation of the West and ensured that its stories would not be forgotten.

As a child growing up in Denver, I often visited his final resting place on Lookout Mountain, where he overlooks the land he once roamed. He was my hero, a towering figure of the American West, and those visits only deepened my admiration for him. Though I have not lived in Denver since the late 1970s, my childhood memories of standing at his grave, reflecting on his incredible life, remain vivid.

He was, and remains, one of America’s great frontier figures, a man who embodied the spirit of adventure, resilience, and reinvention that defined the West.