The Graduate and the Proud Barker Family
I set the alarm for seven and beat that by a hour and a half. I woke up wondering when it would be light targeting tomorrow’s launch of the big white whale northward. Try as I might I couldn’t stay in bed past six thirty. Judith surprised me when her feet hit the floor at seven and said she wasn’t going back to bed. While she did most of her packing last night she wanted to change the sheets for Darrell and put away her stuff to make room for Darrell’s.
I wrote a quick note, for Amanda, in one of Judith’s beautiful cards wishing her the best in her post high school days. College is so expensive and puts the average kid way in the hole financially. Unfortunately, Amanda isn’t the exception to that rule and will be up to her ears in debt by the time she graduates. She knows she’ll have to work summers and part time and I’m not sure that is a bad thing. When people have a little skin in the game they seem to appreciate things more.
We walked in Tina’s door at eight. The Grandmas were sitting in the kitchen ready to go. Unfortunately the rest of the crew wasn’t. By eight fifteen we were all assembled outside for pictures.
While Edmond is a town of forty thousand there was no place large enough to accommodate the ceremonies for a graduating class of five hundred and seven. We drove to The Cox Convention Center, in Oklahoma City, where the crowd of four to five thousand only filled about a third of seats. This facility was hosting three graduations with Amanda’s being the first.
I can barely remember my graduation; I wasn’t a good student and school bored every bone in my ADD riddled body. This ceremony was well done and pulled off in a shade under two hours. Four students, representing Edmond’s brightest, gave speeches. Good speeches. Maybe there is hope for this once great country that is a little down on its luck and looking for someone to right the ship and lead us back to greatness.
Judith and I were back at the trailer by noon and enjoyed the afternoon. We cleaned the trailer and got ready for Darrell’s arrival. At four we started for the airport and arrived at the Will Rogers International at four forty. Unfortunately, Judith’s plan left at four fifty five! To complicate things Darrell was scheduled to arrive at five fifteen. The airline rebooked her for fist thing in the morning and didn’t increase the price of the ticket. We talked for a few minutes and agreed the best thing to do was to find a hotel close to the airport. About the time we made that decision a Sheraton came into view and not only had a room but a very reasonable one. Five minutes after I got her checked in my phone rang and Darrell was waiting at arrivals. The world is unfolding as it should.
Darrell had an uncomplicated trip and is seemingly ready to take on the trek to River House. We stopped at Wal Mart, picked up bread, and then made our way to the RV. After Darrell put away his things and I got all the outside stuff packed we drove to Arcadia to buy diesel and get a pizza. I should have known the $3.68 advertised for diesel was too good to be true. When I pulled in I could see bags over the pumps; they hadn’t pumped any fuel in quite some time. We stopped at Two Brothers Pizza and had a better than average pie. The next one I wrap my lips around will be right out of the River House pizza oven.
Darrell is an early riser and I’m hooked up and ready to go. I plan to be on the road as the sun come up and make at least five hundred miles tomorrow. River House or Bust.











