Dad and Brian and I lived here alone for much of the spring semester before Mom and Lisa moved up (Mom was teaching in Odessa and hadn't yet lined up a job in Stuttgart). I watched a lot of VHS tapes in this house and played a lot of basketball in the driveway (the backboard is gone, but the post stands). I drove the Pontiac T-1000 home everyday for lunch during my senior year (I guess the car stayed in Odessa during the spring semester, but I don't remember ever eating in the cafeteria). I gave up boots and tennis shoes for boat shoes in Stuttgart. Someone threw a big rock through the plate glass window in the living room of this house one night. I saw The Razor's Edge at the cinema and resolved to take the road less traveled. At the time, I thought that meant I needed to go to the uncharted waters of Trinity University in San Antonio instead of the much more familiar TCU in Fort Worth. TCU was a better deal, though, so that's where I went. I came home to this house in the summer of 1988 after my junior year abroad in Spain and Austria.
On this field, I wore #44, started at cornerback, returned kickoffs, executed a fake punt 4th down conversion, got a few plays at fullback, sprained my ankle, and got my first pair of crutches. I had a few highlight days on the practice field, including my first day as fullback, but we lost as many games as we won. Meanwhile, my former teammates at Odessa Permian had an undefeated season and played their last game--the state championship--at Texas Stadium.
This sign was not here when I played at Ricebird Stadium. The 1984 season is not listed. The team before us and team after us did a lot better than we did.
After visiting Ricebird Stadium, we drove by the Lennox Plant where I worked on the maintenance crew during the summer of 1986. I did not comment on the driving lessons I gave Lisa on the backroads here. I did talk about working at the University of Arkansas Agricultural Experiment Station during the summer of 1985.
When we got to Hot Springs, Emi dived in to his first Grisham book:
Jaime says there is an Arabic saying about not going back to places where you were unhappy. He doesn't want to go back to Ipiales, the town where he grew up and where he and Mari were born. I don't have many fond memories of Stuttgart, but in the name of focusing on the positive, here's a top