Rock chalk…

Looking out our window we can see across the KU campus toward Allen fieldhouse the site of our afternoons entertainment, KU vs. OSU basketball.  Tay,Krits,Miss,and I will huddle together with a few of our friends and sixteen thousand fellow crazies and try to scream our team onto victory.  I remember This same kinda feeling as a small boy driving across the prairie and listening to Max Falkenstein, the legendary voice of the jayhawks, on the radio.

Anticipation.

Today, regardless the games outcome, I will have a new memory, a positive sear, if you will. A new memory to retrieve and reweave thousands of times. I’m already smiling as I imagine that kinda future. Thanks dad for starting this tradition.

Rock chalk…

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