She's 39 and Holdin'. . .
Last Friday would have been Karen's 40th birthday. With that in mind, I headed back to D/FW (for those of you not from the great country - oops, I mean state - of Texas (home of the NCAA National Champions, The University of Texas Longhorns - talk amongst yourselves. . . (biting lip) I'm feeling a little verclempt. . .OK, D/FW stand for Dallas/Fort Worth) for some visits and dinner with Karen's family. It was a great trip. Ok, so the time of the first flight wasn't so great - I left Mobile at 6:30 in the morning. That meant Mike, the not-so-early-bird, was leaving the house at 5:00 freakin-am! Caught a plane to Houston , then another to Dallas . Let me tell ya - the feelin' of gettin' off that plane and standing on holy ground is U-N-B-E-L-I-E-V-A-B-L-E. There's just something about coming home that puts a big ol' smile on your face. Climbed into the rental car and headed for Plano . That was where Karen and I called home. It was where we live...