I have said many times that Terry and I are best friends, and we have a wonderful marriage. We have so many things in common – we like the same kind of music, we enjoy many of the same things, from traveling and kayaking and flying kites to collecting antiques. We like reading, we both prefer getting together with one or two couples as opposed to large parties, we’d rather enjoy a quiet evening at home than going out and partying, and so much more.
Of course, there are some differences, too. Terry loves veggies and I am a meat and potatoes man. She has to have her morning coffee while I prefer milk. I am more outgoing while she is shy around strangers. And I pushed the envelope some in my misspent youth, doing things like jumping out of perfectly good airplanes and participating in a stock car race. I only did that once, but I won and retired a winner.
If she wanted to go skydiving or racing a car, I would encourage her to do so. But just because I got shot a long, long time ago, I really didn’t think she should do that, too. But apparently, she disagreed, because she did.
In January of 2009, we were visiting with our friends Mike and Pam Steffan in Salt Flat, Texas. We lost Mike, who was a well known RV writer and seminar speaker a few years later. But at the time, they had a good sized chunk of land out in the middle of nowhere, about 70 miles east of El Paso. Mike had put in a little shooting range on the property made of a dirt berm reinforced with tires buried in the dirt as a bullet stop.
One afternoon during our stay, we were target shooting, and Terry was trying out one of Mike’s .40 semi-automatic pistols. On one of her shots, the bullet nicked the steel target, ricocheted off one of the tires, and came back and hit her in the upper thigh. It had lost most of its velocity by then and didn’t go through her blue jeans or penetrate the skin, but it left an ugly welt and a big bruise.
Fortunately, she was not seriously injured. It just left her with a goose egg and a very sore leg. It was one of those freak accidents that happen, and we were very thankful it was not worse. Mike picked up the spent bullet, which had landed at Terry’s feet, and gave it to her as a souvenir.
I told Terry that in the previous couple of months she had been bitten by a tarpon in the Florida Keys, got dunked in the water in Aransas Pass, Texas, and now shot in the leg. And I’m supposed to be the clumsy one! I told her I didn’t think her mom would let her play with me anymore.
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Thought For The Day – My favorite childhood memory was building sandcastles with my grandpa, until my mom hid the urn.
We remember that dunking in Aransas Pass.