Huntsville was the final home for Sam Houston. Stands to reason there should be a statue of him. If you have ever traveled I-45 between Houston and Dallas you have probably seen it. We had on numerous occasions but never stopped. Visited the statue and his museum.
Did you notice Mary at the bottom of the picture?
Forty five years ago this month Mary started her college career at Sam Houston State. In spite of having made untold number of trips past Huntsville, we had not returned to the campus. This stop was all about breaking that string.
I present to you Belvin Hall, her dorm for that year. Way back then the girls had curfews and that porch was a passion pit at 10:59pm. Curfew was 11pm. Back then Sam was predominately female, Texas A&M not so far away was mostly male. Old fashion thing known as "pantie raids" were not uncommon.
Her room was 318, next to the last. Four girls shared the bath between the two rooms
Our campsite at Huntsville State Park.
This fellow was not happy with my intrusion into his morning routine.
This feeder back in Alvord is dry by now. Pretty sure this fellow not happy with me either.
Till further down the road, here's looking at you!
carpe diem
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