|March, 2011: March was kind of a BLUR. I was just out of the hospital - getting daily home health
care for my foot - and not driving much. Inactivity is a difficult thing to deal with. My father hated
inactivity. It was probably a blessing for him that in his 92nd year he dropped dead of a heart
attack. Up until that day he had been active and alert in body and mind.
During this time I practiced my trombone every day - hoping to get back in shape to return to
Strictly Dixie, the senior group with whom I had played before going into the hospital. The Vintage
Jazz Society, of which I am a founding member, staged a lively Fat Tuesday Celebration
downtown, but I was not quite ready to play my horn yet. I did attend and sang my rendition of
When You're Smilin'.
I was unable to attend the regional conference of the American Music Therapy Association in
Waco. Originally, I was supposed to do a five hour presentation on music therapy with seniors. It
was cancelled because of my health problems.
Also missed providing music for the dedication of the new science building at the university. Andy
Cooper, Chad Harmon, and Taylor Sims provided some good sounds, and I was able to be a part
of the audience.
My friend Robert Cox, a long time resident of Denton State School passed away on March 11. He
was a wonderful man who loved to sing (without words) and play handbells (with his feet). At his
memorial service I told those assembled that if Robert ever had a bad day, I was not aware of it,
because he was always positive about everything. In spite of his severe infirmities he was always
joyful and full of the love of life.
March, 1980: I always enjoy spring break, which I'm certain is designed for the teachers, because
it gives them a chance to take their own children to parks, museums, etc.
One of our stops this year was Thanksgiving Square in downtown Dallas. This one-half block of
the most expensive real estate in the city is a significant tribute to the businessmen who were able
to plan and coordinate its design and completion. That the theme of "Thanksgiving to God" could
be central to a dream fulfilled by men from many different backgrounds is remarkable. The unusual
chapel with beautiful stained glass and the large bells of thanksgiving that may be heard for blocks
are highlights of the complex.
Not apparent from street level are the series of underground corridors that serve as connectors
between the banks and other large buildings on either side of the park. I was not surprised to find
retail spaces available in these walkways. Basements of churches are notorious for their
commercial ventures. It was gratifying to see that most of the spaces offered for lease have
remained vacant since the dedication of the square in 1976.
Officials at Baylor and S.M.U. played right into the hands of promoters of Playboy Magazine that
tried to run ads in campus publications. By raising such a holy stink over the solicitation that would
have been noticed by only a small percentage of the campus populations they attracted the
attention of local and national news and therefore provided Playboy with more free coverage than
they could have expected in their wildest dreams.
The members of the Baseball Players Association, who are some of the highest paid
professionals in America today, are threatening to strike. It's good for pre-season publicity
(perhaps the basic motive) and has die-hard baseball fans chewing their fingernails wondering if
there is going to be a season. Wouldn't it be nice if the fans could organize and go on record as
threatening to boycott baseball if owners give in to the players demands. That would be the day!
RHYME FOR OUR TIME:
If you support Las Vegas, it's your God-given right;
and though I spout some pompous words, I won't get uptight.
How you spend your dollars is really not my concern.
When it comes to time and money, we've all got a lot to learn.
My feelings about casino gambling will still remain the same.
I won't support the underworld, it's simply not my game.
Regardless of what I think or who is in control,
cards will turn, chips will fall, and the dice continue to roll.
Folks will travel many miles to watch the big wheels turn,
It's easy for me to say no, because I don't have money to burn.