Thirty years ago today, we lost the greatest man and musician. Ricky Nelson was en route to Dallas from Guntersville, Alabama for a New Year's Eve concert. A leak in a gas line caused a fire that killed Ricky, Helen Blair (Rick's fiance), and the rest of the band and crew. The pilot and co-pilot were the only survivors, but they suffered second and third-degree burns. I don't want to spend all my time telling about how sweet Eric was taken from us far too early. I want to celebrate the 45 years we were all blessed with this wonderful life! Ricky started his career in 1948 on The Adventures of Ozzie and Harriet, the radio show. In 1952, the Nelsons ran a TV special called "Here Come the Nelsons," as a forerunner to the series. It was a hit, so the Nelsons were signed on to ABC with their new live-action sitcom, "The Adventures of Ozzie and Harriet." After five years of charming America with his adorable self and his wit, he surprised everyone. On April
"Ooh Chloe." I'm pretty sure I hear this every day. I think it has to do with the fact that I'm a mess. I'm generally confused about what I'm supposed to be doing. I am quite certain that I am supposed to be writing, so I want to personally invite you to share in my blessed mess - the ups and downs, the laughing and crying, laughing till crying, laughing while crying, and everything in between!