I get around OK with a toolbox. As a kid, I picked up skills following my dad through the oil fields of Oklahoma and West Texas. My wife Janine is hard to impress, but she does think it’s cool when I fix things around the house.
At times I’ve got a really big ego. But I’ll tell you the best thing about me. I’m some guy’s dad I’m some little gal’s dad. When I die, if they say I was Annie’s husband and Zachary John and Anna Kate’s father, boy, that’s enough for me to be remembered by. That’s more than enough.
I realised I could run after finding out that my dad used to run and it gave me the morale that if he did it then maybe I could also run.
Everybody always wants to rebel against their parents’ music, but nobody listened to music louder than my dad.
From time to time, I’ll look back through the personal journals I’ve scribbled in throughout my life, the keepers of my raw thoughts and emotions. The words poured forth after my dad died, when I went through a divorce, and after I was diagnosed with breast cancer. There are so many what-ifs scribbled on those pages.
I’m gonna be the best dad that ever lived. I’ll have a ranch with a race car track and a golf course.