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|On the Edge of Common Sense: The Texas thank-you tour|
|Columns - Baxter Black|
|Tuesday, 19 January 2010 17:00|
I made the trip to Texas this fall and was able to revisit a couple of monumental memories, just to see if they were real.
When I was going to veterinary school in Colorado, I worked summers in the feedlots managed by Diamond A Cattle Co. The second year I hired on at the 50,000-head yard in Thermal, California.
Yes. Thermal … a summer job. I was batchin’, eating greasy tacos and renting a room with no air conditioning.
Occasionally one of the men on the doctor crew would take me home with him for lunch. I’m sure his wife thought of me as a stray dog … “Can’t you feed him out on the porch, Simon!”
It was humbling for me. I was kinda star struck. We loaded in his new Cadillac. During the five-hour drive from Fort Worth, I soaked up his wisdom and companionship. When we arrived at Schroeder Hall, we could have been in Kenya, for all I knew. I’d not paid any attention to the road or the scenery.
Red said, “Bax, do me a favor.”
I said, “Anything.”
It would give me a way to show my gratitude. He dug a ball of car keys out of his pocket bigger than a hippopotamus cud!
“Would you mind holding these while I’m singing? I hate to carry this big wad around.”
We walked off. Well, I didn’t want to go to the dance with that big wad of car keys in my pocket either! I peeled off the Cadillac key and threw the wad on the car’s floor mat. At midnight I hooked up with another ride who was going to San Antonio.
I went into the dance hall and said my goodbyes to Red and went to get my bag out of his car. It was then I realized that Cadillacs had two keys; one for the door and one for the ignition. I had kept out the wrong one! It was 3:00 a.m. before the locksmith arrived from Victoria.
I also remember he said, “Okay” just a little quicker than I’d expected! PD