In which I win my bet
A brief note from Eugene, Oregon—a lovely place, though rather overcast—where I am conducting an oral history as part of my dissertation research.
There will be photos and updates very soon about my week on the road, which has included stops in Houston and College Station, Texas, and now Eugene, but with the first game of the World Series set to begin shortly, it seems only fair to point out that I have won my sock yarn bet with Laura.
Granted, this occurred last Sunday night, but it seemed in poor taste to mention it until the immediate sting of the Indians loss had worn off.
So, Laura? Pony up?
Oh, and, I’ll say this just this once, but if you bring it up later, I’m going to vehemently deny it: “Go Sox!”
October 24th, 2007 at 8:39 pm
You were in College Station, Texas, only and hour and a half away and I could have taken you for the almost best Mexican food (next to the south Texas town where I grew up) on the planet, and I didn’t know you were here?
Hope whichever team you finally stick with, loses.
October 24th, 2007 at 9:17 pm
Hey, am I just the last person to get this: sock yarn=Red Sox? I am painfully slow at times.
October 25th, 2007 at 10:54 am
Well, Cindy, I was there less than 24 hours, if that is any consolation.
I actually had no idea that you were that close. Next time, we’ll work something out!