That'll do little Donkey, that'll do.

We bank left. I look down to observe shades of brown as far as the eye can see. Tulsa. I’ve heard songs about Tulsa. They didn’t sound like Tulsa looks. I never considered the fact that this part of the country could be the home base for my career. But it is. And now I’m going home. Home to two little girls and a woman. All three I happen to love dearly. Deeply. Desperately. The Seven year old lost one of her front teeth. Her left central incisor, the number nine tooth. (Thanks to Tulsa Dental for educating me on incisors and such) The four year old asked me why I always ask if they’re getting ready for bed when I already know they are because I’m on the phone to sing them a lullaby. And the woman. Well, the woman may have missed me as much as I missed her.

I’ve gained a few pounds. I can just feel the weight. Three square meals a day will do that. And I played quite a bit of racquetball. And I’ve become aware of my age. Accompanying my graying hair is a swollen knee from too much running and jumping and running again on a hard wood floor. I may have pushed it a little too hard.

I made new friends. Paul from Albany and Chris from San Francisco and Tom from Tennessee. They made me laugh when I was homesick. We joked and spoke about kids and significant others. I feel like a grown up. I’m not sure why that even applies here, but it does.

I’m on my way; I’m on my way… Home sweet home.

Yes, I just quoted Motley Cruë.
Yes I did.