“The secret to living well and longer is: eat half, walk double, laugh triple and love without measure.”
~ Tibetan Proverb
I stood talking to colleagues at yesterday’s retirement soirée when I spotted someone outside the door, in the lobby of Young Library. I’d recognize that handsome furry face from any distance, even without my glasses. I didn’t snap a clear picture of Greg Davis because I wasn’t paying attention to the camera so much as I was trying to get his attention. Every time I run into Greg my day gets a little brighter. He’s just the best.
“Always find time for the things that make you feel happy to be alive.” ~ Unknown
Mom and I often joke that we don’t have our own identities. She is Shorty’s wife and I’m Shorty’s girl. At the reception last Friday, Kentucky’s Associate Chief Medical Examiner Greg Davis asked to meet dad. Due to his line of work, Greg travels around the state a great deal. For years he has told me that every time he’s in Morgan County he inevitably asks someone, “Do you know Shorty Terry?” And the answer is always, “Yes.” He really wanted to meet the man, the myth, the legend. They met, and Greg told dad the story I just told you. As you can tell, dad was tickled by it. Even Gurney looks amused. Greg and Gurney had a chance to meet, too. Three of my all-time favorite men together in one place at the same time. I am so doggone lucky sometimes I don’t know how to act.
“The law of harvest is to reap more than you sow. Sow an act, and you reap a habit.
Sow a habit and you reap a character. Sow a character and you reap a destiny.”
~ James Allen
I had a guest register available at the reception. I didn’t realize I’d forgotten it until I went to bed Friday night. I attended All Saints Day service this morning and picked it up afterward. Sixty people attended Friday’s reception. Sixty people took time out of their lives to come see my work. Some I’d never met before Friday. Some sneaked in and out without my seeing them though they were kind enough to leave their signature. Some drove nearly two hours to be there. Some took off work. Some were recovering from major surgery. Some couldn’t stay long, and others stayed the whole time. Someone pointed out how many segments of my life were assembled in that room: family, close friends, old friends, new friends, co-workers, writers, actors, artists, musicians, librarians, bankers, software developers, railroad men, professors, social workers, therapists, pathologists, nutritionists, the list goes on. They’re not all represented in this collage, but I couldn’t think of a better way to have a group hug in the outhouse. Sixty people. I may be speechless for a week I’m so overcome with gratitude.
“Endurance is not just the ability to bear a hard thing, but to turn it into glory.”
~ William Barclay
This evening I finally went to West Sixth Brewing. Which craft beer did I try? None, but I did have the shrimp and grits from Smithtown which is housed in the same building serving delicious seafood throughout the bar… like a real pub. Even still, I didn’t go for the food. I went for Suds and Science, a lecture series held the last Monday of each month. This month’s lecturer was my BFF, forensic pathologist, Greg Davis. Like the bar and the food, he did not disappoint. I find what he does fascinating, and being on the faculty at the University of KY, he’s an excellent teacher, even to a layperson like me. You’ve got to hand it to a bar that understands how educated Lexington’s population is, and how attractive such an esoteric lecture series would be. It was standing room only. I call that a success. Plus, Greg got more than a few laughs with the X-file/NCIS/Quincey jokes. Have I mentioned that he’s one of the funniest guys I know? Yup, he’s all that, and I’m honored to call this science nerd my friend.