Keep Looking Up

I posted a few months ago about being so far away from Texas when the West explosion happened. Being surrounded by people who didn't know where West was or how it was a special place on my map of Texas.

The same thing happened this weekend when I saw on Facebook that Kidd Kraddick had died suddenly. To say he was a morning DJ was really too simple--he was part of the Dallas culture and tapestry. I showed the Facebook post to a friend I was with, who went to college with me in Texas, expecting shock from her. Instead she asked who he was.

This blog post sums up what I would want to say better than I could. I feel like this girl is my Kidd Kraddick twin.

I will share one interaction I had with Kidd, when I was in seventh grade. My class had gone to lunch at a Mexican food restaurant to practice our Spanish (seriously, this was the field trip) and Kidd, Kelley, and Al were a few tables away. We were all starstruck, and kept running to the restroom because we had to pass their table to get there.

Towards the end of lunch, the group came up to us and chatted with us, doing their shtick and saying how awesome it was that we got to go eat enchiladas and say it was for school.

They didn't have to take the time to talk with us (I mean, we were 12 and 13 and there were 30 of us--pretty obnoxious), but they did. And it made our week.

Keep looking up, because that's where it all is. Always seemed poignant, and now seems even moreso.