After three years of missed medical cues, mental fog, and living in the tiniest town within shouting distance of Oklahoma City, I finally had the strength—and social stamina—to mix it up with the public again.
So, with my beloved wife by my side, I set aside my stroke-related fears, took baby steps back into the world, and hit up the 48th Paseo Arts Festival—eager to show her the Oklahoma City I grew up with, the one that had been cruelly taken from me these past three years.
You’re welcome.