My brother from another mother John Strayer reminds me that I’ve forgotten for the first time since that 1/26/13 date to commemorate our survival of a helicopter crash.
Maybe it’s a sign that I’ve finally gotten over the survival euphoria. (My significant other calls it “survival mania.”)
Or maybe just a sign that we’re all going through a way bigger crash of another sort today.
Some things don’t change, though.
John’s lovely wife Terri and my very own Evil Princess still tell us in unison, firmly: “No! More! Helicopters! EVER!!”
And we still reply, “Aw, we just need bigger, newer helicopters…”
So far, John and I are not winning those arguments…
…but we’re still grateful that we remain here to talk about it.