It was cool and wet this morning so I had most of the day off. The day after Father’s Day and I was in a somewhat reflective mood.
And of all people I found myself thinking of Joe Mixon and his altercation with that white woman several years ago.
During the first year of the pandemic in August… I was standing in a line in front of two black women and a black man in a 7-11.
This drunk blonde heavy set woman walks up to me and says, ” I’m cutting in front of you because I should and I can.”
I didn’t say anything, but I did give her my ultimate ‘You piece of ignorant white trash stare’ and ignored her.
Then she got even closer to me and said it again. I dropped a few suggestions as to what she could do with herself and stayed somewhat contained.
The two black women then said to me, “Sir… you better get out of here.” We’ll take care of this.” And they did.
But I have to admit there was a second there I thought of Joe Mixon.
I was critical of Bob Stoops at first for how he handled Joe Mixon. But in the end Bob Stoops was exactly right in the manner in which he salvaged Joe Mixon’s life.
So this morning I’m in a 7-11 in another line buying some Dr. Pepper for my wife. I had three Dr. Peppers dangling in a plastic six pack holder and the total was like $2.95. I had a bunch of quarters in my pocket and was ten cents short or something.
I said to the cashier, ” I don’t have a credit card on me. I’ll go get you another ten cents from my truck.”
So I’m out in my truck grabbing a dime or a quarter and this young black man about the age of my son has my three Dr. Peppers in one hand and my money in his other hand.
He then says, “Sir, I went ahead and paid for it—here’s your money. Have breakfast on me.”
This kid was articulate and obviously very much in charge of his life.
I said, “This is incredibly thoughtful of you. But I have plenty of money.”
He says, “You look like a good father. Please do it as a favor to me.”
So I said, ” McDonald’s is across the the street. I’m going to go get the Big Boy Breakfast.
He smiled.
I asked, ” What’s your name, young man?’
He said, “Antonio”.
I said, ” If you’d said Barack… I was going to shit all over myself.”
He laughed politely and headed towards his car.
So I end the conversation by saying, “Antonio, your parents raised a heck of a young man. Thank you for the breakfast. I’m going to write about you on my blog tonight. Maybe you could run for the U.S Senate in Oklahoma some time before I leave this earth.”
He says, “Why not POTUS?”.
“Have a nice day, kid.”
So there.
Marshall Tucker Band is coming to Oklahoma City on September 17th. I know where I’ll be. The basketball has been so serious of late I need to play a song.
Son called me yesterday from Denver and informed me Little Robert is now running up all three stories in their house and then sneaking away with his own milk bottle bottle going back down to the film room to dance to Baby Shark.
Little Robert scheduled to begin first ski academy class in November in Loveland.
Good night. Embrace Tuesday and slay it. Hate to tell you all you Trump Proud Boy Patriots..but this is what a president looks like.