“Yeah, it makes for great pictures. We just hope it doesn’t rain between Thursday nights and game times,” he said with a smile. “When wet, crepe paper can get pretty ugly pretty fast.”
Pleased with the invitation, I looked questioningly at Sharon, who said, “Go ahead. We’ll see you when the priest kicks you out.”
“I do,” he answered. I looked at him expectantly, but he was silent, ignoring me.
I readied my elbow again, but he quickly said, “Mercy, woman! I’ll tell you.”
“Most of it directly from the Tramp’s website.” He shrugged, “I have this extremely non-useful talent of being able to memorize text after only one or two readings and recall it at will.”
“Non-useful? You’re kidding, right? Didn’t it help in school?” I asked, immediately jealous of his peculiar talent.
“Oh, yeah, absolutely, and at other times later, but not much need for it now. Anyway, that’s the history. Let’s see, the website also says,” he put his hand over his heart, sitting up straight, “ ‘Saddle Tramps attend all men’s home football, basketball and baseball games. Our primary focus remains to further the spirit and uphold the traditions of Texas Tech University. Some of the traditions that we uphold are: Raider Red –the mascot – Wrapping of Will Rogers and Midnight Raiders, Homecoming Bonfire and Parade, Bell Circles, Victory Bells, Shotguns, UT/A&M Watch, Carol of Lights, Bangin’ Bertha –the traveling bell– and many more. Along with attending sports games, Saddle Tramps are also very involved in the Lubbock community by helping out with several local charities and ... and’ ... oh, yes, ‘philanthropy events annually.’ Hmm, think that needs to be changed to ‘philanthropic events,’ doesn’t it?”
“No, I mean that you can memorize like that ...”
At Christmas, birthdays and on her infrequent visits, Sharon’s mother inevitably presented bird-themed gifts, but they were all put away somewhere in the attic, gathering dust. To pacify his pseudo-mother-in-law, Doug started calling their home the Nest — a cozy, comfortable place to come home to after a busy day flying around campus, he’d told her.
“Stop!” I demanded, stomping my foot and laughing.