Made our hotel reservations the other day for our Amtrak trip to Oklahoma City on the 25th. From there we’ll drive a rental to Higgins, in the Texas Panhandle, to see and photograph Russ Wheat’s tombstone. Which we had planned to do back in March, until the Chinese Communist Party’s virus intervened.
Takes about three hours to drive it, but Bar and I will enliven the trip with talk. With her seven to five work schedule five days a week, we don’t get much chance of that.
UPDATE: Now it seems we have another couple that wants to go. My OCS classmate Charlie Button and his wife. We’re coordinating it.
Our old Army OCS friend Russ Wheat wanted to be buried in Higgins, Texas, on the High Plains, about 800 miles north of Canyon Lake where he spent his retirement years.
So, when he was discovered deceased at home alone by his pastor shortly before Xmas, a local funeral home drove him in his casket to Higgins. There was no autopsy, apparently because there was no sign of foul play and the sheriff learned that Russ was under the care of the VA hospital in San Antonio for multiple maladies, including prostate cancer. He was 81.
The executor of Russ’s estate returned his dozen or so stray dogs to the Wildlife Rescue and Rehabilitation in nearby Kendalia where Russ was a benefactor. One dog was blind in one eye, one had three legs and some were mangy. Russ had shared his one bedroom home with some of them for almost twenty years.
Canyon Lake is a little town near San Antonio catering to retirees. Higgins, near Oklahoma, is a little town barely clinging to life, with a living population of about 400, according to a 2017 article in Texas Monthly. Russ, unmarried and apparently childless, is buried with his parents in the town cemetery, on one of the few hills on the prairie.
Barbara Ellen and I are planning to go in March. We’ll make it a leisurely trip of a few hundred miles a day to see the wildflowers, and Palo Duro Canyon, as well as my friend’s resting place: a High Plains drifter gone to ground at last.