That was the week that was

 Back in 1962 there was a TV show named:  "That was the week that was."  I looked up the date.  It was a news show as I remember it. Google says it lasted 2 seasons and was nicknamed TWTWTW  or  TW3.  And according to them it was a satirical comedy.  Maybe (probably) I was too stupid or innocent or out-of-touch to realize it was satire.  I thought it was a news show explaining what had happened that week.  But, of course, I wasn't into politics at that time.  It could be I wasn't really paying attention.

So lemme see here now.  1962.  November, they said.  I got married in August of that year.  I was working my first teaching job half-day in Littlefield and attending classes towards my Master degree in Music Education in the afternoon at Tech. I'd leave Littlefield about noon - eat a sandwich on the road - and get back to Tech to make marching band rehearsal at 1 p.m.  My wife was finishing her Bachelor Degree in Education.

We lived in duplex type of thing in the north part of Lubbock.  It was truly a poor part of town.  If there were other students living there, I didn't know it.  $50 a month rent.  We bought a Siamese cat ($15) that we named Mice  (pronounced Mis-Sy).  We were so grown up.  Cooked our own meals.  Made our own beds.  Washed our own clothes.  Paid our own bills.

I remember waking up one night and that cat was perched on a shelf above out bed just looking down at us.  I think it was getting ready to attack.  Siamese cats can look pretty scary.  About 6 months later we gave Missy to a Levelland farmer.  He said the cat would be happier on the farm.  I have often wondered if this was just a thing created by my father because he didn't like cats.  

There are a couple of things I remember about teaching in Littlefield.  Boy I was innocent.  It's a wonder I lasted past the first week.   The head director had me teaching some beginner type classes by myself.  He would disappear and take a break.  High school band was the first hour.  He had them marching to King Size March.  I hate that march.  So many flats in the low brass.  Trombones never could find 5th position. I did learn some things about marching songs that season.  Keep in mind I was about 3 years older than the senior class.  I was so naive.

The week that was.