The weather often makes for a conversation starter, especially in extreme times. In much of Texas, “extreme” would be an understatement with rainfall being as dramatic now as the draught was a few years ago. And so it was that a comment about rain this morning took me to a wonderful time.
He’s an electrician. I parked a few spots from his van when I arrived at work this morning. Instead of simply getting my stuff from the car and heading to the office, I opted for “Well, it looks like you can enjoy a bit of time without rain.”
“Yeah, we’ve got a window,” he replied as we headed to the building. “I’m not sure about whether the same is for where I live,” he continued.
For the next two minutes we talked about the area. I inquired about the rodeo there. It is gone. That’s a shame. The rodeo arena hosted a frequent rodeo that often had Coach Bum Phillips and members of the Houston Oilers lead the flags in on horseback. Many, many good memories there. And a scary one, when my then-wife’s brother decided to try the amateur division of bull riding. He lasted about two seconds, and it wasn’t pretty, but he survived. The rider before him was thrown and made a rough landing – perpendicular to the ground, head first.
I asked about the big softball park out there, “or was it Fulshear?” He beamed and provided the name as I struggled to find it among the sheets of memory pages in my mind. “Papa Blakely’s,” he said. “Closed,” he continued.
It was a brief conversation, with him speaking proudly of his area and fondly of places that he experienced as a kid. For me, it was a brief journey down a nostalgic path of fond memories and good times. I’m glad that I commented about the weather. I would have been without a great chat that started my day and week with pleasantries and pleasantness. Say something about the weather to someone today, and see where it takes you.