A sporting event and two nights of George Strait. Wow. At least I think that was it. Something like that. I was not even aware until I overheard remarks in the supermarket to the effect that everything in Lubbock was booked up. I never really noticed anything because I was very far the the action. I guess a good time was had by all. Not the sort of thing I'd have the slightest interest in. Quite warm! It will be even warmer today, and then a change for the new week. The new work week. I have not had a work week in over twenty years. But I have not forgotten what it was like.
I guess I don't really care about TTU. Not my problem. I can't really say that I enjoyed much about my tenure at TTU (TTC in those long ago days). Most of what I did enjoy had nothing to do with academics. More like drugs, sex, and rock & roll. Not necessarily in that order. It was the sixties. The swinging sixties. The soaring sixties. Acid burned a hole in my bellbottoms. Like, we're all one, man. Can you dig it? Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair. Hell no, we won't go. Off the pigs. And so on. Those were the days my friend. We thought they'd never end. And you didn't need a weatherman to know which way the wind was blowing. Weather underground, SDS. And then the borg, the corporate organism, assimilated us, chewed us up, spit us out, and ravaged the earth.
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