Good morning folks. Overcast and cool -not cold -in DC. Rumbling into the city on the Red Line subway train.
Cats play tonight. I can’t lie, my interest in college basketball and particularly this team of limping millionaires is at the lowest point since 1965-1966 when dad took me to see Riley, Connelly, Dampier, Kron and the rest of Rupp’s Runts. Maybe this team will find some magic and bring me back to the joy I felt for so many years.
Struck me late last night that it was the 35th anniversary of when I arrived up with the Big Red One on the Saudi-Iraq border in preparation for writing about Desert Storm. I know Austin and Warrior were up that way. I asked to be with the division’s screening unit, so I spent many days up with the 1st Squadron, 4th Cavalry Regiment. The Quarter Cav. Interesting times.