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April 18, 2008

Dustin’ off our lives ...

By the tone of her voice, it sounded like she was smiling when she said it.

I hope so, anyway.

My bride of nearly 33 years and I were just wrapping up a phone conversation the other day when she added, “By the way, if I ever have to dust your desk again I will divorce you.”

She then preceded to tell me what an ordeal it was to dust the top of the roll-top desk in the spare bedroom that doubles as our home office.

Not because of the desk itself, mind you, but all the junk on top of it.

It’s not junk, really, it’s good stuff, meaningful stuff — to me, anyway. The top of that desk is filled with memories.

There are souvenirs of various trips — a small wooden Dala horse from Sweden, a colorful ceramic cat from Mexico, a pair of dice from Las Vegas and a small, hand-crafted replica of a “chiva,” the brightly painted, open-air bus that fill the streets of Cartegena, Colombia.

There’s a small replica of the Liberty Bell from the city of my birth, plus a small replica cannon. I forget where that one came from, but it’s cool, anyway.

There are coffee mugs commemorating the 100th anniversary of the Cherokee Strip Land Run, the 25th anniversary of my high school graduation and the 100th anniversary of Oklahoma State’s Daily O’Collegian, the first newspaper to pay me for my words.

There’s a bell from the wedding of a former pastor’s son. You were supposed to ring the bell and they would kiss, as I remember. My athletic affiliations are on display in the form of a Pistol Pete bobblehead and a model tractor-trailer carrying the livery of the Chicago Cubs.

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