That Time I Met Chuck Norris

By Jacki Billings

“What are you going to say?” Kristin Alberts asked for the third time. I shrugged. I had no answer. In all my years, I never expected to be at this point — waiting to see one of my idols.
“I don’t know,” I responded in earnest.
“You have to think of something poignant to say. It’s Chuck Norris,” she enunciated, her Wisconsin accent impressing the words on me even more.
It wasn’t a name. It was a statement. Chuck Norris.
My love of Chuck started back in my younger years, pigtails swinging from each side of my head. I spent many days tucked away in a back bedroom of my grandparents’ home, belly down on a floral bedspread watching Walker Texas Ranger. My parents worked long hours and as such, I spent most of my early years digesting the programming at my grandparents. Chuck, of course, was a staple in cable broadcasting in the mid-90s.
Walker Texas Ranger was one of the only shows I deemed entertaining enough to regularly tune into. I watched in amazement as he always got the bad guy and with such flair that it was hard not to be mesmerized by his martial arts moves. Occasionally, I would hop out

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