As I grow older, I am amazed how easy it can be to travel back in time - how things can be like a time machine right out of something from H.G. Wells. My 11 year old daughter in in the Miamisburg Color Guard, and each year they march in the Homecoming game.
Last year, I was in the high school parking lot, watching the practice for Friday night's game. The band was marching on the back side of the parking lot, the girls were spinning their flags, rifles, and sabers,as the metronome clicked out a steady beat. Standing there, behind the cars, I was suddenly whisked away. For just a moment, I was back in Texas, standing in the Permian High School parking lot .... I was 16 years old again .... and and watching my friends ready for the Friday night half time show. It took a moment for me push away the mist of memory, and realize where I was. I wondered how many of my friends might have experienced the same sort of thing, the same thick, misty air of days gone by.
Then, it came to me, as the cliche' says, in a song. So for anyone out there who has ties to Odessa, Texas and the Permian Panthers, I offer you this ride in a time machine. I wish you a happy journey, and I'll see you again soon!
(Mojo...Mojo...Mojo...Mojo...............................................................)
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