As many of you know, Holly and I are expecting our 1st prodigy, Walnut, in March. As all the child development experts recommend speaking, reading, and singing to "the belly", we certainly want to provide as many development opportunities as possible.
So, after a great Thanksgiving day with the Huntsville family, we made the trek to B/CS to attend Walnut's first . . . and Coach Fran's last . . . yell practice. A good in-situ dose of the Aggie War Hymn, the Spirit of Aggieland, and a few vintage yells should certainly foster decency, honesty, good taste, and an appreciation for domestic adult beverages. The Moms and Bro Wade went along to witness the foolishness.
I always chuckled at my Dad's abilities to find a friend in a crowd of strangers. As luck may have it, a retired gentleman, his son, and two grandsons stood next to us that evening. After a few "what are they doing" comments from his grandsons, quiet grins, and our inability to explain it ourselves, we struck up a conversation. He was mechanical engineer from the Class of '54 who spent his career as a process engineer for multiple big oil companies. He'd recently retired to B/CS and grew up in Amarillo . . . "well, a little town outside of Amarillo called Groom" . . . his godfather happened to be one of my roommate's grandfather.
Gig 'em, Walnut Clay '30. We're taking you back next year!
