Who remembers Joan Rivers and her trademark, “Can We Talk?”
There are places we just can’t talk about Bryan. There are other places where it’s a totally normal conversation talking about the fire fight and the wounds that took his life.
Not your normal waiting room conversation starter.
Going thru the TSA x-ray screening at DFW for a flight to South Dakota got my suitcase pulled over for inspection. We had packed the usual; clothes, hairdryer, toiletries, razors, power supplies, battery packs and charging cords, so I really wasn’t that surprised…until the TSA agent pulled out the six books I had packed.
After a recent trip to New York City, Beth and I were both hit with a sinus infection that at times knocked us to our knees. We received lots of support and love from our friends and family, but the mucus didn’t care about the support. How can one small part make your entire body miserable and sore?
Praise is always appreciated, but I’m usually embarrassed by it because I’m just plain ol’ Terry. What makes me a better man is my wife, Beth. If you’ve met her then you know and understand what I’m saying. She has encouraged me to push myself beyond the personal limits I have set and even I am amazed at what we have accomplished in the past seven-plus years.
Thanks to new banking technology, I’m just one step ahead of writing a check at the checkout lane, but I still seem to wind up behind the people that do.
On a recent trip to Oklahoma we got stuck behind a truck hauling one of those humongous blades for the wind turbines. We followed it straight up Highway 177 for dozens of miles, at times reaching 60 mph, but mostly we were lucky to be going 45 mph behind it. When we all got to Highway 33 in Perkins, the truck began turning left.