Missing Texas

Most of my early years were in Texas. Primarily in Houston with a little adventure to the D/FW area when I went to seminary.

Recently, I have found myself missing it more and more. With the amazing way Facebook can connect people who were out of touch for decades, I am hearing about many of my earlier friends from high school and church still in Texas.

I recently missed an event I would have loved to been able to attend. My highs school band director, Bill "Bulldog" Brawn recently was the guest of honor at a birthday party with former band students. I have heard a few stories and seen a couple of pictures of the event on Facebook.

We called him "Bulldog" because he had he jowls of a bulldog and the apparent temperament of one as well. He was single minded and tough regarding what we would put on the field for halftime or play in a concert setting. The Dobie band did innovative things and set the standard by which many programs in Texas were measured.

Now, years later, I appreciate all types of music thanks to that experience and exposure.

I find it amazing how many people are just now discovering the power of "O Fortuna" as the opening movement to Carmina Burana. I remember the hours of practice on that and Lincolnshire Posy.

I remember one time taking the 5 best brass players to solo and ensemble contest and working on some ridiculous music with like 10 movements. We were only required to play 5. The judge asked us which we wanted to play and we asked which he wanted to hear. He asked for them all and put away the score sheet early on in the performance because we were doing an outstanding job.

Happy Birthday Mr Brawn. I hope the gift of love and thanks returned to you made your life a little warmer.