Well, durn. A classmate.  High school, 1964. Has died. Speedy Sparks. I can’t say I knew him well. But I knew him. I was editor of the paper and his was a name I came across quite often. I ran into him in person many, many years later when we were gathering for a reunion and I was on the organizing committee. It was Luckenbach. I was there with my two sons and grandson to hear the Texas Tornados. He played bass. We had a cordial chat, and that was that.

It’s a travel day. My bags are packed, and I’m ready to go. It’s cold here, but colder there. As per usual, it feels as though there are a million more things I should be doing prior to departure. But history has shown it’s best to slow down.