Monday: Raising Cane’s Tuesday: Griffith Stadium Wednesday: Kurdistan Thursday: Kappa Gamma Chi Friday: 1989
“If I could turn back time, I’d go to 1989, where every day was full of chasing dreams, I may be grown up, but maybe I should try, living like it’s 1989.”
– Chris August
Like Forrest Gump, John Talley and I were RUNNING. It was May of 1989.
We had just completed our last final exam, and were headed to our
fraternity house on Luckett Street to celebrate. Many seniors from the
class of 1989 were already there. We could have walked the half mile,
but the relief at the starting line and the excitement of the finish
line just demanded that we sprint.
The spring of 1989 was the
best of times, and the worst of times. Fraternity pledgeship is a
challenge, but the family that emerged from those trying days pays off
for a lifetime. I still keep in touch with those fellas of course.
After a summer of 1989 coaching tennis to kiddos, I rolled back into
town and arrived at that same fraternity house on Luckett Street. I
knew the fall of 1989 would be a blast. It was. But there was more. I
enrolled that fall in a Shelly Williams course. “I just found my
thing,” I thought.
At the beginning of the year, I was still
finding my way in an unfamiliar place. Sherman was home, however, by
the end of 1989.
Ruth Nuckols Cox Williamson
is hosting a “Book Talk” in downtown Sherman on Friday October 25th at
4:00 p.m. I’ll be discussing my AC writing adventure. I’ll also be
sharing the stage with Dr. Shelton Williams, the professor of the course that defined my academic experience at AC. Hope you can join us.
But even if you can’t make the talk, you won’t want to miss the party.
The AC Class of 1989 is throwing a reunion party Friday night at
Grayson Hall in downtown Sherman. It all kicks off at 7pm, and will
last a lot longer most Class of 1989ers stay up these days. Your party
fee will go towards the facility, food, drinks, music, and hotel
transportation. See the comments for payment options, and thanks to
Kevin Spencer and the rest of the Class of 1989 Homecoming committee for
the hard work.
The Class of 1989 wants to make it loud and
clear. ALL YEARS ARE INVITED. I’m not ‘89 and Dianne’s not even a Roo,
but you better believe we’ll be there. This is the Class of 1989’s
gift to all of you. Swing on by and party like it’s 1989. You ain’t
getting any younger.
Roo Tales are a product of age. It was
unlikely I’d be writing them in 2009, very little chance in 1999, and
absolutely no possibility in 1989. One of the fuels the lights the
writing fire is the passage of time and the positive memories of youth.
1989 looks pretty damn good in the mirror of 2019.
The past is
the past and I’m thankful I experienced it. We all know that you can’t
go back. But for one weekend though. If I could turn back time……….
“………………………………I’d go to 1989, where every day was full of chasing dreams, I may be grown up, but maybe I should try, living like it’s 1989.”
Hey JT. I ain’t as good as I once was. But I’ll have my running shoes and ready to sprint. Let’s get these wheels rolling Dianne.
