I left the house at 7 AM yesterday and headed to the big city of Dallas. That gave me four hours on what would normally take three hours, but with Dallas traffic, well, you just never know. Turned out that the traffic was fine. Maybe it was my timing, but travel went very smoothly. I’ve been in traffic between Denton and Dallas when it was bumper to bumper and everyone was driving over 70 MPH. Scary! I’ve also set in traffic for over an hour barely moving in that same area. This time, I had no problemas. I did do something new though; I took the George Bush Turnpike. It seemed the best way to get across to the Richardson/Plano area. It worked well too, but it was also rather funny. I counted out all my change, and had it out on the dashboard ready to pay the toll. But when I got off the turnpike, there was a sign that said to keep moving that they would bill me. I waved and hollered "I live in Oklahoma" but no one was around to hear. I guess they will find me.
After the memorial service while everyone was eating lunch and visiting with old friends, I reported the turnpike story to one of my RR friends, Marsha. She looked at me with big eyes and said, "How do it know?" We laughed and laughed at our small town ways. She said that she had walked into the ladies room at the church where the service was held, but the lights were off. She flipped the switch and nothing happened. So she went out and reported the light failure to a church worker. The worker told her to move further into the restroom and the lights would come on. My friend said she tried it and sure enough as she walked into the ladies room, the lights automatically came on. We both said, "How do it know?"
Although it was a long day, I’m very glad that I went to Billy’s memorial service. Several people spoke of his smile and laugh and the twinkle in his eyes. Billy did love life and he did love to laugh. We may not have been blood kin, but we were related. It was good to see his brother and sisters and their children and catch up on all the goings on of their lives. It was good to seem old friends from RR. Seeing my Uncle Gene, my dad’s best friend, was the most difficult part. At 83, he apparently has days when he knows people and days when he does not. He hugged me like he knew me, but I don’t think he really did. He hugged my friend Sandra, too, but I think he just liked hugging a good lookin’ woman, which did make me smile.
I got out of Dallas before the traffic got bad that afternoon and was home by 7 PM. Saying goodbye to Billy and seeing family and friends was well worth the effort. Whatley, you are the best example of that.