We did not know last Sunday our week would involve a funeral trip to Dallas, then a graveside service in Shreveport.It was all okay. We would have gone whether or not I was leading the service. There were some good times meeting people I did not know. The attenders in Dallas were a mixed group from an SMU law professor to Calvin Duprie. Yesterday in Shreveport some old friends of days long past came to show their respects for Frances Maurer. One couple had played golf with Johnny and Frances back in the sixties at the famed Pebble Beach course along the Pacific Ocean!
We had a special visit on the way home yesterday as we stopped to see Drs. Jim and Sandra Coats from Wharton. Jim was Dean at Wharton County Junior College and Sandra was on the teaching faculty. They live on the same place where Jim was born, near Nacogdoches. He had a house and barn built there and raises some cattle. These were special friends for many years, but we hadn't seen them for a long time. Our GPS took us to their country home. Ann called them and Jim answered. He said, "Are you in the area?" and Ann said, "We are in your driveway!." He laughed and said "I will be right out". Sandra was doing volunteer work in the City, but came around 4:20. We left at 5:00 having had a great renewal of fellowship with these wonderful folks. They invited us to stay, but we needed to get closer to Houston and home. Livingston was our stopping place. "Catfish King" was targeted. It was sinfully delicious.
Back at the roost. Rest a bit and share some more tomorrow.
