|Letter from Dallas
||Sunday | 11 January 2015
Good Mooooorning from Dallas
Dallas, Texas: Another cold day in
Dallas. So says my phone. I'm not going out there.
Our day started with a brunch hosted by the University of Oregon in a
ballroom of the hotel. 900 donors were herded through a buffet line
piled with delicious foods and then seated at round tables. During our
meal we listened to speakers explain new scholarship programs at the
University, and the new
capital campaign - an ambitious two-billion-dollar goal - was
discussed. We were also able to see several promotional videos and
preview the commercial which will air during the football game tomorrow
on ESPN. The program ended with a mini-concert by a few members of the
marching band, the cheerleaders danced on stage and The Duck showed-up
to dance with a few fans.
Bottom right? The carpet in the Texan Ballroom at the Gaylord Texan.
After the brunch, The Duck saw Mary and I in the lobby
and demanded a photo:
Who can say "no" to The Duck? Too bad Leo was not here this morning. He
would have loved the music, the cheerleaders and The Duck.
The evening entertainment was a cocktail party hosted by the University
of Oregon. We enjoyed - hello - cocktails, and another appearance from
the band and the cheerleaders.
Also, The Duck challenged My Driver to a game of billiards.
Down by the stadium, Mary, Kathy, Steve & Woody visited the Fan Fest and
had their photo snapped in front of a display of the oh-so-controversial
(as usual) Oregon uniform.
There is only one thing in life worse than being talked about,
that is not being talked about. - Oscar Wilde.
Dave's college roommate, Red, arrived to Dallas this evening for the
game and joined us for dinner.
And guess who we ran into after dinner? Our housesitter and his posse, posing with
past-Duck football/track star
Our housesitter, with Jaime, LaMichael James, Jake and Alex.
In my next life,
I want to come back as our housesitter. Wait. Did I say that
with Jake, Jaime, Alex and Our Housesitter
Kenjon Barner and
(These guys play professional football now.)
As we headed up to our room, the University was handing
out NFL-stadium-approved clear plastic tote bags.
I'm carrying my Washington tote bag tomorrow.
Until my next update, I remain, your anxious correspondent.
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