A Banner Homecoming

So this is the U's homecoming weekend, which, for me, is silly, as I never went away. Still, it was fun to see the Iron Arrow members wearing their silly Indian jackets at the game, including their newest initiate, Dr. Barry. Iron Arrow is the highest service society at the U, and inducts, typically, student leaders. Dr. Eric was tapped in college, and in act showing his moral strength, declined to join, as the group excluded women. They voted to end that prohibition, and Dr. Eric joined. Well, years later, they got Barry -- to recognize his years of service to the med school. His closest colleague, Dr. Patti, got him in, and last week some somber folks banging a drum accosted him and smacked him with a fake iron arrow, and then paraded him around the med school. Barry greatly dislikes this type of attention, but being a good sport, went along. Next weekend he has to go do some secret ritual in the Everglades. The whole thing reminded us about how much we made fun of stuff like this back in the day -- but he'll go along with it. Anyway, so my sister of another mother Mirta and I cruised the man Buick up to Joe Robbie, and savored a gorgeous day tailgating. It was nice to see some old friends -- those other than the usual Canes game crowd. Then the Canes played like they did in days of yore, and beat up UNC. After all these years, I still don't know what the hell a tar heel is... Afterwards, Wifey and I went to Norman's firm's Halloween party, at his partner Glenn's house. It was something to see -- awesomely decorated and catered -- probably over 250 folks were there. We hung with Norm and Deb, and Wifey and I dressed as Bill and Hillary. My costume was a reguular blue suit and red tie, with a Clinto campaign button. Wifey did a wig, fake pearls, and an ancient pants suit she fished out of the bowels of her closet. Most people got it -- althoug typically only people of color think I look like Dollar Bill... Today the chill is in the air -- along with a semi annual annoyance -- Daylight Savings Time. I got all ready to head to Home Depot at their opening, to fetch some light bulbs, and then realized it was only 6 am, not 7. Whatever. It really is the most wonderful time of the year in the 305. Football is in full swing, and the weather is perfect. There's an art festival in South Miami, but Wifey now inherited my last week's cold, so we may skip. IF we do, the strange rescue dog and I will take some long walks around the 'hood, and then see if the Dolphins can win, making for a perfect Joe Robbie weekend.