Mike Check

I'm tellin' ya, Bartlesville was a great place to grow up. When I was a kid, one of my best friends had a little brother named Mike. And Mike -- well, it's hard to explain, but fortunately Pioneer Woman has already explained it perfectly.

Anyway, Susie and I went home for the Thanksgiving holiday, and guess who wandered in to the private room where our family was dining Friday afternoon? Mike told us about his recent surgery, told us who visited him in the hospital, told us he recently got baptized, told us lots of things. And it was a treat. Because he's Mike, and Bartlesville wouldn't be the same without him.