Trump, Disrupting (Finding A True Home)

IN 1969 TEXAS played Arkansas in a December football game in what wa then termed "the game of the century". Since then, there have been several such game of the century college football games. More will come.Entering this final week of the season the teams were both undefeated, and were ranked number one and two in the nation. The entier nation watched on televiion. Texas scored a late touchdown and won the game, 15-14. As an avd fourteen year old Arkansas fan I was seriously depressed, aside from the fact that I didn't get to watch the game because at the time I was marching down Main Street in a small town playing my trumpet with my high school band in a Christmas parade, a place where I didn't want to be. At the last moment president Richard M. Nixon decided that he wanted to attend the game in person. The college twon of Fayetteville, Arkansas lacked an airport large enoough to accommodate Air Force One, so Nixon landed iin Little rock and flew in to Fayeteville on a helicopter which landed next to the football stadium, inconveniently for the University, conveniently for Nixon, who cared not a whit about inconveniencing other people. I was excited nonetheless, and all and all I thought the situation was pretty cool, my Razorbacks hitting the big time. I resented missing the game, that is, until I found out the final score. Turns out teh band and parade spared me an even more broken heart, but at the time, I didn't see it that way. My father,a graduate fo he Arkansas law school and avid Razorback fan, didn't think Nixon's behavior was so damned cool. he was angry that Nixon,without prior preparation, had used his power and prestige to not only disrupt local air traffic, ground traffic, the local police and stadiumsecurity, but worst of all, had forced several dozen regular fans out of their usual fifty yard line seats and up into the closely packed quarters of the press box, where thay had to stand behind members of the media, packed together. History never repeats itsef, but it rhymes. Flash forward to 2026. Without adequate planning, into Madison Square Garden strolls Trump like a troll, who just had to watch the Knicks-Spurs game in person. People in position of power, inconveniently ruining the plans for the common people, the little people, the millionaires who should have been there. In a nation wher "all men are created equal", let the big boys stand in line to buy a ticket, like everyone else. I'm pretty sure that my father is turning over in his cremains. He initially attended the University of Missouri law school, but hated it and flunkded out,spending more of his time writing songs and playing keyboard in a college jazz band than hitting the law books. But he transferred to the U.of A. law school, and there he found his true home. He remained closely tied to the school his entire life, and gave money and donated a valuable law library to it. When he died in 1986, I knew what I had to do. I scattered his ashes all over the front lawn of the University of Arkansa law school, where he said he spent the best days of his life. I plead no contest to improperly disposing of ashes, human remains, from an urn. I hope the statute of limitations has run out on that crime. I did my doctoral work at Arkansas, partly because Columbia and Missouri University turned down my application, partly because I inherited my father's love of Arkansas and our beloved Razorbacks. I spent my entire career teaching at Arkansas. Many of us spend a lifetime searching for our true homes, and, if we are fortunate, lord willing and the creek don't rise, we find it, even if it takes a lifetime. Things worked out well for me. People like Trump and Nixon, tragically, deservedly, never seem to find a true home, anywhere.