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Sunday, October 4, 2009
My training to be a future professor
It was my destiny, I guess. A birthday party, and look at all those future coeds!
I remember the names of two. The beautiful brunette on the left is good friend Cathy Hurford...now happily married and retired in Albuquerque. On the right, the cutie sitting on the arm is Cheryl Mitchell. I don't know where she is. I was in love with them all.
By the way, the drawing above her head is a pen and ink drawing of a medieval knight saluting a fair maiden in a castle tower. My dad drew that when he was 14 years old. It has survived two close calls: a house fire in Comanche that destroyed everything else. My grandmother got only it out, according to my uncle Mike, who is the last survivor of the Clark boys, in Santa Fe; and it hung over the fuse box in our house in Forth Worth and was struck by lightning.
Today, I've reframed it and it hangs over my writing table in my studio.