"When dawn spreads its paintbrush on the plain, spilling purple... ," Songs of the Pioneers song from TV show "Wagon Train." Dawn on the mythic Santa Fe Trail, New Mexico, looking toward Raton from Cimarron. -- Clarkphoto. A curmudgeon's old-fashioned newspaper column, cross-breeding metaphors and journalism and art, for readers in 150 countries.

Friday, July 31, 2009

Tick, tick, tick

I've just called Roz Miller and my wife and I have congratulated her as the new chair of the mass comm department at UCO. She said I wasn't through until midnight. No, I'm through now, as of 5 pm. Imagine, no chair of a department for seven hours! Heavens, the micro-managed world of higher ed will grind to a stop? No, no one will notice.

Refreshed by an expedition into deepest West Texas, where my granddaughters Erin and Abby let me help them paint a lemonade stand in Amarillo, and then a night of liquid and more celebration with my brother Jerry and his wife Cathrina in scenic Lubbock, I find my blood pressure down, my grieving over 19 years as chair subdued, and my hopes for a future invigorated.

"The moving finger writes and having writ moves on, nor all your piety nor wit, nor all you tears wash out a line of it..."

Here's to more adventure...

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