Tyche
Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 79
The funeral procession was led by a lone motorcyclist with an American flag mounted on the bike. Then came the Hearse and hundreds of cars following the flag covered casket on the journey from Austin to Fort Sam Houston, San Antonio. The miles long procession was followed by hundreds of military veteran motorcyclists ... crowd control.
The University found an instructor within a week. A MSEM was found, (Master of Science Engineering Math ) coerced from her normal day job and installed in Campus Housing. Phone calls were made, text messages sent and we were back in class. Well versed in Mathematics, physics, construction and design.
The 10 days absence of an instructor was treated like any illness of faculty ... two days for the funeral, a ‘Temp’ ... babysitter for college kids.
On the white board was written, in cursive, “S. M. Flintkote.”
We were all seated. In an almost contrived Deep South accent she said, “Good Morning, my name, for those of you who cannot read cursive, is Surprise M. Flintkote. Anyone not supposed to be here ... get out.” Nobody moved. “Somebody catch me up with where Professor Jackson was before his unfortunate demise. Not you, Tyche.” She pronounced it ‘TI ... sh’ the rat! “Someone else ... Two?”
Two brought her forward and we were off and running.
In the Union after class, my table of classmates quizzed me.
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