Entered on 11 February 2004 at 5:43 p.m..
End of an Era
This cold, dreary morning an era at Tech came to an end as Steven pulled away from campus one last time. Off to the wilds of Texas, where I hope the army teaches him how not to get shot or blown up. And as I hugged him good bye he passed the baton to me when he said, "I left my trombone at Pete's for you." Of course the implication was that I'd pick it up and send it on home with the next visiting parent. But I found it amusing none the same.
So Becca, Sarah and Uncle Greg, he's your responsibility now. I don't want any excuses about how El Passo is a long way from Houston, Texas is Texas. And I've been told that Texan's take care of their own.