I was standing in the feed store in my new, bright green University of North Texas T-shirt when I was verbally accosted by a gentleman customer who was waiting as I got my stuff totaled up and paid.
The shirt reads, in fairly large white letters, “UNT Alumni.” I got it in the mail this week, having made a donation to my alma mater.
He asked what the letters stood for, and I told him.
Then he said, “What would it be like if you added an A in front of the letters?”
Not getting his drift at all, I said I didn’t know.
He said, “It would spell AUNT.”
“Well, I guess that would be OK, because I am one,” I replied.
But the thought had never occurred to me, and now I am wondering if it has crossed the mind of any of the other NT graduates. Especially the ladies. My feed store trip came following a sort of adventure, which had been brewing for several days.
One of my regular readers, he says, is former County Commissioner Eddie Janek, who was particularly interested in all my ravings about eating kolaches.
That you can understand, when you know that Janek comes from a big Czech family. And kolaches are a particularly delicious Czech tradition.
So he called, and we tried to figure out a place to meet because he had some real kolaches, made by one of his talented Czech cousins and he wanted to give me some. Wonderful.
We made some plans to meet then I had to cancel. I was hoping I had not missed my chance at something heavenly when, hurray, he called again, saying he was heading up to Sam’s and would meet me there with my wonderful treat.
My signal to leave home for the trip to Sam’s was a call from Janek as he crossed the causeway.
He called again from the parking lot as I was just driving in and, with a description of his location, I found him quickly. Hurray for cellphones.
He’s getting ready to be the lucky owner of a bunch more good kolaches because of his big family reunion in next month.
About 100 or so family members will be gathering in his hometown of West, he said. He then reminded me of the big explosion there, which probably none of us will ever forget. Certainly not a lot of his kinfolk.
“I used to have 58 cousins,” he said.
Lots of them are gone to their rewards. But four of them, all women, lost their homes in West. Three have rebuilt, and one sold her lot. They are all in their 80s and 90s, he said.
The maker of the kolaches, which have won lots of prizes, is 90. She still bakes and also puts up pickles.
Pickles, he said, are going to be very, very expensive at the family auction this year because the drought has been hard on the cucumbers.
Janek then went back to his car and brought the beautiful kolaches. And a jar of dill pickles.
I haven’t tried the pickles yet. But the kolaches are delicious. I am rationing them to myself very carefully.