My Best Friend

Cheryl and I celebrated our 19th anniversary today. Wow, it only seems like yesterday that we were just getting married.




Hm, they say time flies when you are having fun. I would have to say the last 19 years have been not only fun but great.

I'm a lucky and blessed man to be married to my best friend. Cheryl has blessed my life and my children's life. Cheryl treated my children has her own and she blessed each one with her influence and her love for life. When life was tough, it is Cheryl who finds the humor in life and brings the life to the party. We never know from minute to minute what fun and zanny thing she might do that keeps us all smiling and loving her.

Thanks Honey, for the last 19 years. I'm looking forward to many more and you will always be everything to me. You are my best friend!

Mud on the Tires

Yesterday, Cheryl and I set out to do some fly fishing. However, Mother Nature was not cooperating and due to the ominous thunder clouds, we detoured and began another road adventure.

"There's a place that I know about. Where the dirt road runs out. We can try out the four wheel drive. Come on now, what do you say. Girl I can hardly wait.
To get a little mud on the tires".
-Brad Paisley

Well in Central Utah, we found where the dirt road runs out and tried out the four wheel drive. We could hardly wait to get a little mud on the tires as you can see.

Wait, is that Tay in the picture. How did he get there?

Hm.. well let's just say with a bit of shoveling, jacking, three tow straps and three hours later we managed to get a lot of mud on the tires!

Home Again, Home Again, Jigging Jig

Saturday, May 9th

Nearly became Roman citizens this morning. We arose at 4:00AM to catch our Delta flight. Taxi picked us up on time and soon we were dropped off with no questions asked in front of Terminal 5. Wait a minute the guard gates are all down and the taxi can’t even pull up to the curbside and the Terminal 5 is close? Our Taxi driver casual says well this is terminal 5 unloaded our luggage in the road and left us standing in the street wondering if we were in the right place.

Inquiries with all the airport employees reporting to work only indicated that Terminal 5 is closed and would open at 6:00 AM. Hm.., our flight leaves at 7:20 AM, and the terminal doesn’t open until 6:00 AM, okay maybe the Italian’s are more laid back then we thought. A few more early morning travelers arrive but nobody is going to Paris from this special American Terminal? Finally, terminal opens we rush into the ticket counter to obtain our tickets and only find no employees staffing the counter. Departure board doesn’t even show a flight leaving from Terminal 5 to Paris.

Guess what we have experienced a DETOUR Which way do we go?


By chance we were able to team up with a fellow American and his shuttle driver, a quick call to airport operator indicated that the Delta flight was being operated by Air Frances and would depart on time out of Terminal B. It is now 6:10 AM. The shuttle driver graciously transfers us and our fellow American to the proper terminal. It was a mad rush to find Air France, purchase tickets, proceed through security where they made us strip down to our skivvies almost, and run to the gate to begin boarding our flight. Luckily, we had found a great shuttle driver who made the difference.

Our flight then proceeded to Paris, where it began all over again. I’m starting to feel like O.J. Simpson in the old Hertz advertisements running thorough the airport and hurdling over anything our way. Paris we though that we had plenty of time only to find the security line stretching from Paris to New York. Fortunately, a security worker kept the next scheduled flight moving through security and with no resting from running from security to the gate we boarded our final connection to home.

We’re now off the ground and heading home…ZZZZZZ