Auburn


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Feb 12

Catching up

The weekly attempt to share a few more of the pictures that haven’t, as yet, made it elsewhere on the site.

Ronnie Brown and Cadillac Williams spent some great years playing football at Auburn. They were both taken in the first round of the NFL draft after their perfect 2004 season. Shame about the people they ran around with when they were in school, though:

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Look at the fu manchu, the handlebars, the eye patch, the neck tats. Those kids are of ill-repute.

That’s actually a chart-your-growth-compare-to-NFL-caliber-athletes-and-try-not-to-be-disappointed poster. It is still on display at Momma Goldberg’s, some eight years after it was timely. The location means the second half of that sentence makes perfect sense. People can see the picture alone and know where I’m standing at that moment.

Meanwhile, one of the current football superstars was having dinner on the patio, just outside, when I took that shot. And, yes, we were about to have dinner outside in February. Life is good.

Quick! Count the typos! There are a few. This is the fine print on the back of a gymnastics ticket:

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This pitch is too low:

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That’s from the Friday game against Missouri. Auburn won. The Saturday game was rained out. Mizzou won both of those games, the last one was shortened to 7 innings because of time constraints. (Missouri had to catch their plane.) Auburn left 29 runners on base in 25 innings this weekend.

It was a cold and drizzly day for baseball. Friday? Friday evening was beautiful. (Click to embiggen the panorama.)

Plainsman Park

And now, a few more gymnastics pictures from Friday night:

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Still more in the February photo gallery.


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Feb 12

Sporty Friday evening

Opening day at Plainsman Park. Derek Varnadore struck out 11 and Creede Simpson, the only returning starter in the field for Auburn, had this RBI double late:

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He also forced a walk-in run. The Tigers got the season started off right with a 5-2 win over visiting Missouri. Tomorrow’s game is already a rainout. Maybe they’ll play two on Sunday.

Dinner at Momma Goldberg’s, fighting the crowds of freshmen and others who don’t yet understand the implications behind “Who hasn’t ordered? Can I take your order please?”

Walked down to the Arena to watch the gymnastics meet. Auburn, on a losing streak, welcomed second-ranked Florida. They’ve hosted three teams from the top six in the country so far this season, but the Tigers are getting better every meet.

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Auburn had a season high in three of the four rotations, making a new season high final score and the second best score in school history. Even still, they came up just short to Florida 196.875-197.500. I can’t tell you the all-around winner because a bizarre new SEC rule prohibits acknowledging individual accomplishment at the meet. And the university release doesn’t include any Florida scores. (Who needs completeness?)

More pictures from today will be here on Sunday. Be sure to come back for those.

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Tomorrow? Rain. Rain. More rain. We’re getting up to 2.50 inches in the next couple of days.


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Feb 12

Catching up

Of all the random Auburn folk art — this stuff becomes generational or iconic, it ages well or it disappears — I’ve never run across this one. But in my quixotic quest to get my car fixed I found this in the office of a body shop. The tiger ate the Alabama A logo. And the poor predator looks miserable:

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If you look closely, however, you might realize that it isn’t folk art. That’s why it would be unfamiliar to young eyes. It is, in fact a newspaper editorial cartoon. Someone clipped it from the Mobile Press Register and had it matted and framed. I believe the date says 1985. That tiger and Bo Jackson ate the A.

I wonder what was on the other side of the newsprint.

At the famous Drop It Like It’s Hot church on one of my bike rides:

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Coach Frank Tolbert, you see, is such an important man that near the end of his career he gets both sides of the church sign. That’s a rarity in this part of the world, where a common approach is to assume that the people going east might need a different message than the people going west.

When I was in college I had the good fortune to broadcast the postseason run for one of Tolbert’s trips to the Final Four in basketball. He is a stern, but kind man. He doesn’t suffer nonsense, but it isn’t hard to see how the kids he works with are where he starts and stops. The community has been fortunate to have his help in shaping lives for more than four decades.

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This gas station cover is at Niffer’s, hence the charming graffiti and the unfortunate security sticker. (Pro tip: When people sign their names to things, don’t put an adhesive on that surface. That isn’t advertising, it is an annoyance.)

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Interesting, though, is to wonder how old this thing is. Niffers just turned 20 last year, so it could be in that ball park. But it has to be earlier. Note the total sale. No one anticipated you buying more than $9.99 at a time from this pump. The price registered in cents per gallon. (As it should, say car drivers everywhere.)

Sort of makes you miss the old days of the plastic tumbling numbers rather than the digital displays now sucking your wallet dry.

Directly above our table at Niffers, meanwhile:

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Phone numbers were four digits when that sign was installed at its original location. Dunlop & Harwell is still around today, but it is a small firm. You don’t see many of their signs, metal or otherwise.


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Feb 12

The oldest graduate

When he walked at his graduation at Auburn William H. Holley, like many before and since, shook the hand of the university’s president, Dr. Bradford Knapp. The governor was Bibb Graves. Know those names?

The oaks at Toomer’s hadn’t been planted yet. Toomer’s Drugs was still competing with Homer Wright as the local top druggist. (Wright’s phone number: Nine.) S.L. Toomer simply referred to his place as The Store On The Corner.

Here’s Holley in his 1927 Glomerata:

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Obligatory sports references: George Bohler was coaching both the Auburn football and basketball teams that year. The football team was 1-8, beating only Howard College. Snitz Snider — Olympic track star and future legendary high school football coach — was hurt much of the season. Another key player Babe Taylor — who, as a tackle, dressed at 6-feet-2 and “around two hundred pounds” as a tackle (Auburn’s current punter is bigger) — also had nagging injuries during the down year. Bohler’s basketball team went 3-13. At least the baseball team was posting winning records! Cliff Hare Stadium? Hardly.

The Bank of Auburn, in the back of Holley’s senior Glomerata, advertised four percent on your savings. Burton’s Book Store was the place to get your dusty tomes. J&M was decades away. Samford Hall, Comer, Mary Martin, Smith and Langdon Halls were all a part of campus. Ramsay Hall was brand new. Perhaps you’ll have heard of Holley’s dean: Bennett Battle Ross of Ross Hall fame. That building was still being erected when Holley graduated.

If those things don’t sound conceivable, don’t worry. Auburn’s oldest living alum has a few years on you. Holley celebrated his 105th birthday Wednesday at the Henry County Nursing Home in Dothan (Auburn stuff was everywhere).

His walk into the real world coincided with the beginning of the Great Depression. The 1929 graduate would work as a pharmacist in Abbeville and soon after helped soldiers get their prescriptions in France during World War II. When the Army let him go he settled with his wife and family in Headland, Ala. He became a pillar of that community where he handed out medication until he retired in 1973. His son Bill, a 1971 Auburn graduate, took over the druggist desk. His son has since retired.

Holley’s Auburn kids: Elizabeth (’59) and Bill Jr (’71):

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But the elder Holley refused to slow down long after retirement. He has maintained two farms, one in his hometown of Samson, Ala. and another in Headland. He was famously building fence lines by hand well into his 90s. He has four grandchildren and six great-grandchildren in his life. He maintained his driver’s license well beyond his centennial, “just in case.”

His API diploma, made of sheepskin, still proudly adorns a wall in his bedroom.

As he told Auburn Magazine, learning about Newton’s first law in a physics class has played a big role in his long life. Objects in motion tend to stay in motion. Living Right, he said simply, is the key. He’d know.


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Feb 12

This feels like it is full of adjectives

You want to have a scintillating class? You give a very detailed view of the art of resume building. Oh the kids always love that class. I get to tell them how long I’ve been writing those things, and give tips and tricks and ideas. I tell war stories and share the advice of others. I show off great resumes and let them make fun at mine. We talk about what not to put on this important piece of paper. Oh, it is riveting.

Did that today. And if that reads sarcastic it shouldn’t, I actually enjoy the day we talk about resumes. I get to think fondly back upon all the people that have helped me write and edit them over the years. Those were big favors. I’m glad to be able to do it for others as part of a class.

Also scheduled a lot of field trips today. Scheduled some guest speakers. Signed a lot of paperwork. Met a new section editor. Wrote a lot. Read a great deal. Had too much lunch, two good class sessions and got rained on a fair amount. Or drizzled on, at least.

A cold drizzle is the worst liquid precipitation when it comes to morale. It could just rain, which is something you can be in for a moment and then laugh about. It could sprinkle, and those drops you can avoid. The heavens could open and a monsoon descend into the small pond you didn’t realize you were standing in — at least we have the good sense to stay inside when that happens. But drizzle? A drizzle you feel like you can just walk through without consequence. Then you get back inside and see the impact on your slacks and think at least I’m not wearing cashmere.

Drizzle is the fog form with a fear of commitment, the undercooked and runny part of a day’s weather. Who needs drizzle?

Links: On my journalism blog at Samford the past few days I’ve written about the end run around journalists, the history of yellow journalism, found a reminder about the importance of audio and linked to Frank LoMonte’s terrific reaction to Ward v. Polite.

At TWER Jeremy asked me to rewrite my most famous open letter on National Signing Day. I am no fan of recruitment or signing day in general, but I believe in the promise of what it should be, which is the spirit from which that letter originates. It is the easiest thing to do. I’ve written it three years in a row now and I’m not smart enough to know how to improve upon it. So I polish it and move a few things around. I try to remove unnecessary words, but this time four or five extras made their way into it. It manages to stir the alumni set, though, so that’s good. Maybe it’ll drift into the intended hands one day, too. It does good traffic, he says.

Maybe some of them have surfed back this way. Did you? Thanks for visiting!