For those of ye gentiles who may be ignorant of the ways, and the story of the booth and how booth is a verb, The Clark will tell you that the first toast of the evening will be "To Bob," co-founder of "The Booth" in 2002. Friend, colleague, worthy cribbage opponent, and heart of the old Journalism Department, Bob Illidge died eight years ago, and is since toasted and remembered with laughter and stories and tears every time we "Booth," and often when we don't, as long as there is a nearby "adult beverage" as he would call it.
|The official plaque of where Booth became a verb.|
The booth location tomorrow matters not, other than at Cafe Bravo in Oklahoma City, but it is only the latest in several, because time is fleeting as are bars, Since the "First Booth," the location of Boothing has wandered like the Israelites in the wilderness, as the colleagues sought refuge and salvation from the wilderness of campus inanitiess like rubrics, points, assessment, syllabus police and other nonsense.
And so to to whet your appetite to perhaps peruse the entire Booth story, the next post is an hitherto unpublished fifteenth chapter, the conclusion except for the Epilogue.