Spent the day at Samford. Well, spent lunch here:
I had been craving Whataburger since somewhere midway through the cruise. Odd, really, to be on a floating buffet of extravaganza institutionalized with a dual lack of dietary restraint and judgment and want a burger, but there it was.
So we stopped for lunch at Whataburger, where I had the cheesed variety and fries. And I admired the famous Whataburger print. I love that shot. Ideally I’d have 95 percent of the things hanging in my house to be photographs that we’ve taken, places we’ve been and the people we love. And then I’d have two or three other things that were gifts, a few posters and that print. I can’t say why, but it is about as Americana as you can get, from the air vent to the faux-stone wall, in one frame.
That 1950s little league team reunited last year. Whataburger is the title sponsor of a minor league ballpark and they rounded up the guys, now in the 60s or so, and had them through out the first pitch. Four of them did the honors in Corpus Christi, Texas, home of the first Whataburger. The restaurant conducted a nationwide search and found those guys, some lost to time, at least one lost to war, but others, still enjoying a good french fry from time to time.
Anyway. Back to campus today. Phone calls to return. Emails to Email. Things to print. Heavy things to move from here to there. Stopped in a few offices. Conducted an inventory of video equipment.
Discovered I had a “bad duplexer connection” in my printer. Great, I guess this means no going back in time to play Johnny B. Goode at the high school dance.
The whole thing was a four-hour party. (The inventory, not the Johnny B. Goode. That would be one great drum solo, though.)
I’ll only be on campus once or twice more this summer, so counting lens caps and XLR cables in a hot room is a small tradeoff.
Dodged traffic, got home just as the sun was going down. Enjoyed the evening at home and set about catching up here. There’s a lot to do.
