As I get older, my life in the library is becoming more complicated. I have a special pair of glasses that I only need to be able to see books on high shelves. (Seriously.) I also find myself less and less inclined to look around on the bottom shelf because my knees complain. Today, though, I decided to throw caution to the wind and just get down on the floor and see what I’ve neglected. I hit pay dirt on the very first box, which was full of photographs of the Rice Players.
These I found in an envelope labeled “European Trip, 1974.” It’s a bit difficult to interpret them, as many simply depict groups of people sitting in rooms, perhaps taking classes. Except for Paris I can’t tell precisely where they went–both planes and trains were involved.
It all looks pretty sophisticated.
Except for these guys who seem baffled by their loaves of bread. (I worked very hard to suppress a filthy joke here.)
Any information about this trip would be much appreciated!
Bonus: If you don’t happen to live in Houston you probably don’t know about the acorn crop this year. It’s completely put of control—something to do with the drought the summer before last, I think. My back yard is full, so imagine what it’s like on campus. It’s epic. I swear to you, over by the Cohen House parking lot they are beginning to form into drifts.