That was yesterday afternoon, after ceremonies in Houston, while Mr. B. was still having exams. Doubt he would have gone but he’d have hardly been able to miss some of the spectacle.
The George H.W. Bush Presidential Library is on the campus. He is buried in a special plot behind it with his wife and young daughter.
Union Pacific also got into the act, its Locomotive 4141 carrying Bush from Spring (near Houston) 70 miles to College Station, in a special car that allowed viewing of the casket. The family was aboard special passenger cars and attended the private burial.
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Mr. Boy, home from Texas A&M for Thanksgiving, and I watched the end of the seven overtime periods against LSU in which an improving Aggie QB finished it 74-72.
What a thrilla’ In a game the bookies expected A&M to lose. Not that the rest of the Ags weren’t competent as all get-out but San Antonio native QB Kellen Mond just kept improving, throwing one strike after another until he threw the winning two-point conversion.
Thank goodness he’s a sophomore. Plenty of chances ahead for Aggieland to make big noise once again in the SEC. Gig Em!
Barbara Ellen from Dimmitt and I tied the knot Tuesday evening, then went out for dinner on a friend at Chez Zee. It was loud in the restaurant and we both were debilitated by it, me because I’m 74 and don’t sleep well and her because she’s introverted and doesn’t like crowds, particularly noisy ones.
But we’re pleased to be married after two months of courtship and seven months of living together. “You’re mine,” BE said later, quoting the rabbi who was quoting from the Song of Songs, particularly appropriate in Elul, the month of love.
I told Mr. B. at Texas A&M by text and will send him a few pics of us at our simple and uncomplicated wedding in the rabbi’s study. I would post them but I prefer privacy, especially for BE. Take my word for it: We’re very happy.
He’s been there for the past week getting his dorm-apartment ready and scouting out savings on textbooks, sometimes finding as much as $50 off the list price.
Plus joining a fraternity, a big distraction that may prove fatal. He should be ready when classes begin this week. Good thing we held back on tickets to home football games. Might be problematic now.
Mr. Boy drove off to College Station this morning to participate in Texas A&M University’s four-day “Fish Camp” for incoming freshmen. As in “fresh fish.”
Originally an invention of the Corps of Cadets when A&M was an all-male military school (officially co-ed in ’63 but not actually until ’74 when women were allowed in the Corps), Fish Camp included some inevitable harassment of the newbies. It was only the prelude to Fish Year.
Mr. B. says it’s not that way now. Camp (in cabins around a lake) is just a chance to learn Aggie traditions while making new friends, with time out for swimming and games. We’ll see.
UPDATE: Harassment, of a sort, ensued when Mr. B. lost his voice from all the shouting that was required. He was quite hoarse when he came home. But he said he had “a great time” and made several friends.
He’s solo at a two-day new student conference, the way he wanted it. A reminder that my parents weren’t involved in my college career except to pay most of the bills. As I will be doing for him.
I wonder whether Mrs. Charm would have insisted on joining him? No matter. She’s there in spirit.
UPDATE: He cut it short, coming home in the early afternoon on the second day. Said he has his class schedule for the year and everything else he needs. Except textbooks, I imagine.
Mr. B. doesn’t want me to accompany him to his new student conference later this month in Aggieland. I wouldn’t have fun, he says, as if fun were the be-all determinant of human behavior.
Mrs. Charm, were she still with us, would insist on going. On the other hand, I remember that my parents didn’t get involved in my college career. They just quietly paid most of the bills, as I will be doing now.