The other day my sister Aimee’ left a comment on the blog reminding me that dad wasn’t a fan of heights. She knew we were heading to the Grand Canyon.
Well, dad did fine at the Canyon. Better yet, he kept walking right up to the edge of the Canyon. He even walked up to the edge where there was no railing. He found a nice spot, plopped down, sat and looked out at the Canyon for a while.
There are moments when you can get over your fears because what you’re doing is so much bigger than them, don’t you think?
With that said, I’m off to open up the gallery at 7 a.m. to get our phones installed. Bad economy or not, we’re opening this week. Grand opening next week. Talk about “the edge.”