Wednesday, June 16, 2004

Painting the Painted

The airspace around Albuquerque shook our jet plane like a sand winder.  Chop! Damn! Turbulence!  At dinner, a local CPA (who handles salary cap negotiations) said the pocketed cross-drafts rattle most first-time visitors, especially the ones gliding into town from the West and North.  We sputtered in from the Northeast.  Am I relieved? 

It's late, and I'm exhausted.  Between dropping Ph. at basketball camp this morning, sitting in on a search committee for two hours in the morning, scrambling around to pack, herky-jerking through the Southwestern skies, and mucking with all of the fine Native Vision folks: p h e w.  Enjoyed the company of the principal from Bernalillo H.S. at the reception for the program.  Lots of talk among the athletes about the athletes v. campers basketball game on Friday night.  If I'm the youngest player, we're in trouble.  Bernalillo H.S. won the N.M. 3A State Championship this year. 

After an early breakfast at the hotel in the morning, the 37 folks on the athlete list are shuttling over to the Zia Pueblo for a tour before re-assmebling at the high school.  I brought the camera, but I don't intend to tote it around.  Picture, what?  It goes: take memories, leave dust tracks. 

Nice talks with Jim Rourke (of B.C. and the KC Chiefs, Oakland Raiders) who now lives in Boston and who had nothing but fondness for the Carrier Dome--when the subject of Syracuse came up.  He told me he played against SU in November during one of the last seasons before the dome was built.  November 12 of 1977?  Yeah it was cold.  And SU won, 20-3: even colder.  Enjoyed listening to Scotty Graham and Steve Jordan (former Vikes) chat..oh, and Toni Linhart.  Heck, everybody.  NBAers?  Just as I was coming up to my room, Dan Roundfield was checking in.  Camp sessions start tomorrow afternoon. Quite a group.

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