|July, 2008 - It is at this time in the summer that I realize that I will not get done everything that I
had hoped to get done before school starts again in late August. Time is relentless, but without it
we could not grow, could not learn, could not LIVE. Time is a wonderful thing, if we treat it with the
respect that it deserves. If we make unrealistic demands, or if we try to cheat the clock, it will
become a miserable taskmaster.
I encourage everyone to keep a scrapbook - not a fancy work of art but just a display (in your own
way) that reminds one of significant events in life. It is very helpful to have this kind of reference
when it comes time to assemble this page.
Carl Finch and the members of Brave Combo put another significant feather in their cap when
they were chosen to provide the sound track for the new PBS series called Click & Clack's As
the Wrench Turns. I watched the first two episodes - was not impressed with the story line or the
animation, but the music was ON TARGET. Congratulations.
Lifelong friends Bill and Linda Bristow celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary in Mineola,
Texas, on July 19. I have known both of these fine folks since elementary school in Clarksville,
Texas, and I was happy to be able to attend the ceremony. It is interesting that we tend to think of
50 year anniversary types as OLD, until we realize that we are in the same class. You have a
choice - you can decide that OLD is a negative force that has come to rob you of everything that
is important - OR - you can decide that OLD is a great place to be, where an active life (with a
few modifications) can continue. Congratulations, Bristows.
The planned Latino Dance & Music Festival that took place at TWU on this same weekend had
to be scaled back to mostly music because of lack of interest. I know that Carlo Pezzimenti and
his students spent a lot of time getting this together. Most of the music was by Ernesto Garcia, a
composer from Mexico City who was able to be in attendance. I am always pleased to see a
writer's work presented in this way. Good show, Carlo.
Eunice Threadgill was 93 when she passed away in July. She was not a personal friend, but I
knew her as a parent of one of the residents of Denton State School. She and her late husband
spent much time and money to improve the lives of everyone at D.S.S. I was honored that the
family asked me to bring Jimmy Mitchell (a resident of the school) to sing for the memorial
service. He sang well, and my accompaniment was appropriate. It was a good gig.
Unita Sweatmon was in her eighties when she left this life in July. The last time I saw her she was
courageously battling terminal cancer, and, even under those circumstances, she was still upbeat
and looking forward to every new moment. She was a vocal coach who demanded your attention
and expected outstanding results. For this reason she was loved by many, hated by some, but
ignored by none. A very nice gathering of persons affiliated with the arts in Denton came out to
pay their respects. She would have been very pleased.
My computer crashed the last week in July. It was a traumatic event - probably brought on by my
fumbling - but the end result is a computer completely flushed of the junk that I didn't need. It is
trim and slim and FAST again. I don't recommend a crash to anyone, but if that is the only way to
get your computer working properly again, it can be a blessing in disguise.
July, 1979 - The heat of the summer was a big topic in the news - prompting the Governor of
Texas to issue an "unofficial" order suggesting that men's neckties were not necessary. Two
Mormon missionaries told me that they would have to continue to wear theirs in the interest of
neatness and rules of the church. And I remembered the old hymn that says, "Blest be the tie that
binds - "
Price gouging at the gasoline pump was in the news - so, what else is new? A man and woman
got in a scuffle at one of the pumps, and she was sprayed with regular gasoline. I called it
"assault with a leadly weapon" since, at the time most gasoline was not unleaded.
During that same month two Texans whose names I don't remember set the record for the most
number of take-offs and landings in the same day. Their new record - 193 - which is the same
number of closed gas stations that I passed before finding a place to fill up (well, not quite that
many - but a lot).
According to legend gypsies take up a collection for a person who dies, give the proceeds to a
relative, and write a check for the amount to be placed in the coffin. Don't know where they got
the idea, but it sounds just like something the federal government would do.