Beau Wann, Jr.
Goot eefenink mine waltripians...Been absent without leave here on my most favorite activity...THA FORUM...Been woikin on the "sugar shack" (remember that tune?) Floors finally finished, in just the living room and library...got the rest of downstairs and upstairs to go...got painters woikin on the new siding...You know, I could have built the astrodome for all the "remodeling" I have done here, for the last 18 years...will I ever get it right ! ! ! ? ? ?
I remember that game...well, I was out of the country then, and we could only get sporting events a week after they happened...all my inlaws and outlaws were UH grads, and went to that game...I didnt know them then, but they filled me in on it later...much later...WOW, Larry was on the team???? How fine is that? I never liked basketball, mainly because I was no good at it...come to think of it, I was no good at ANY sport...well, recess and lunch, but seems there are no events in the Olympic games for recess and lunch...maybe if they had a "RUNS WITH SISSORS" category...
Basketball...I was as graceful as a pregnant giraffe on rollerskates...I remember watching Charles B play, and Brian Copeland, and Glen Smith, et al...even the guys not on the basketball team, that played when we played in gym class...well, I cant count me as actually playing...usually just got a pass bounced off my punkin head, cause I wasnt paying attention, or too slow...you guys were future pros, as far as I was concerned...I just marveled at the athleticism you guys possesed...made me want to play...then when I tried...Nope, not gonna happen...you know what got me the most???? THE HEAD FAKES...that got me everytime...whoever had the ball would dribble, and give a head fake, I would go one way, and they would go to the basket and score...Is that legal???? I know it wasnt fair...
I'm thinking of turning pro with the "runs with sissors" thing...Man, I am so blessed to have been a part of the Waltrip class of...
Had to miss church Sunday...Tile guy was finishing up...finally through at noon...Dont like missing church, but sometimes it is unavoidable...
Fathers Day...seems hard to fathom...WE'RE ALL FATHERS NOW...I read with interest, Leon Hales column about surrogate dads...I had a few back in them halcyon days...Mr and Mrs Theissen were great surrogate parents, and wonderful role models...Mr and Mrs Boswell were like my parents away from home, which was quite alot...My dad passed away in the spring of 96 just one month shy of his 77 birthday...I know some folks lost their dads very early on in life...I remember I went to Shorty Vaughns dads funeral when we were in High school...I could see the hurt in his eyes...hard growing up without a dad or mom...sometimes just as hard growing up with em...
I dont think I would like to relive my life, or go back...I can pick out some of the great moments in my life, just as I am sure "all yall" can...one I wouldnt mind seeing again, FIREFLIES, OR LIGHTENING BUGS as we called them...over 200 species of those delightfully luminescent creatures...lots of differences in their "light flashes"...seemed like the air was so still in the summer evenings...the fireflies blinking on and off, seemed to signal..."it's a fine night to play, come join us"...I think I miss that the most...oh, and riding the train from here to Little Rock, Ark to visit my grandparents...sometimes we'd get the express, and then sometimes we got the "Milk run"...If you listen closely, you can still hear the conductor hollar out..."Palestine...all off for Palestine"...then the train would come to a stop...doors would open, and a rush of cold air with the smell of diesel would waft down the aisle...Seemed we always traveled at night and it was always cold...
I miss suppers at my grandmothers...all the kinfolk around her huge round clawfooted oak table...the smell of just about every vegetable and meat, assaulting your "lets eat" senses...sliced tomatos that just smelled to high heaven with that wonderful "rose like" smell...(they are cousins to the rose by the way)...
The banter around the table...looking on with "hungry eyes" waiting for the blessing to be overwith so you could dig in...well, after all the menfolk and womenfolk were served...didnt mind being last though...made the food taste even that much better...
Even had room for dessert back in them days...CHOCOLATE PIE, OR HOMEMADE ICE CREAM...oh my what wonderful memories...
Oak Forest Elementary even had some good memories...lunch mostly and recess...cept, I never could hit the ball in softball, and I didnt even know that you could strike out and not swing the bat...kick ball was a little better...still not very good at it though...believe it or not, I liked Mrs. Simpsons class because she MADE you give your best...all the patriotic songs, and poems she made us memorize and recite before class started each and every day.
Junior high was ok sometimes...mostly when I got to spend the time with all our classmates, not in class...I did like Mr Miller, our home room teacher...he had a TR3 methinks...he always seemed happy, and treated us all like...we mattered...
Waltrip was tolerable, only because of "all yall"...I was a good socializer, but bad student...One good memory was helping Teddie put a transmission in his white 55 chevy...we were at a filling station at TC Jester and 610, or Ella and 610...we worked on that all night...I felt so special being included in that endeavor...I knew absolutely nothing about transmissions other than if you dont have one, "it wont go"...Iremember dropping the center shaft in the dirt, and knocking all the needle bearings off...Teddie was sure patient and kind...
I liked the juke box and lunch...Mr Leonard...Mrs Blount...Mrs Kahla...Mrs Hawkins and a few others although their names escape me at this time...
No thank you, I dont think I want to go back in time...got all those wonderfull times stored right here in my punkin head...sometimes I forget, but then one of you good folks will mention something on the forum that jogs the cogs in my head and then I remember...like the UH/UCLA game...hearing about it overseas seemed like fantasy to me... couldnt fathom the importance and specialness of it...
I remember the first two Super Bowls...didnt much care about them...we got them a week after they were played...didnt have satellite feed back then...I always imagined them putting the tape on a ship, an aircraft carrier...had to be a carrier, those were the best ships around...All the Submariners would get first run movies and sporting events and best food available, long before anyone else....they deserved it...got to go on a sub once...not good to have claustraphobia and be on a sub...of course I never let on outwardly...but they knew...
guess I will sign off for now...I was just gonna say hi...but you see how well that worked out..
your frien and brother...Beaucephus DOD
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