The following three days went by in a hurry I was eagerly awaiting Spring Break. I was happy since my Spring Break and UNT's were not the same I could catch up on quite a few Denton friends and hang out at Denton Bible's college life. I flew over the route exited about seeing old friends. I had gotten used to my Decathlon and she was a great traveling companion. It was almost a direct route. I decided to make a direct course to south Ft Worth and than take up the chain of towers up. I knew about adrenaline alley and I wanted an extra set of eyes looking for traffic especially since I had been flying at an uncontrolled field during un-peak time. The skies of Texas were clear and the route familiar. I was young wealthy free and happy over familiar territory with no deeds to do no promises to keep.

When I got home my mother informed me that Denton was having a track meet and that my former track coach would love to see me their. I borrowed the car and drove the familiar route to the Ryan High School as it was now called. The two four year split was in effect. I had done my bit to support it. I realized in supporting the two four year split of the high schools, I had managed to make my role in high school an insignificant footnote. I had a few friendly words with the Coach Streety. We in many ways were different he was hard guy I would never want as a teacher or leader. On the team I tried to cheer more than jeer. Their were times I felt I was being let down by team mates but I kept my mouth shut instead lavishing praise on those who were giving the team all they had. I held the distinction of being one of the few people he told to quit a workout due to the fact the body was surrendering while the will was not. I had used that for leverage when he blew his stack when the team was slacking off. He came out like an Army drill sergeant belting out orders and going crazy. For the team I would bust my behind and as a Senior I had failed the team should have been slacking. We agreed not to see eye to eye I let my effort make my argument. I was the younger Christian trying to change the older one's ways. I looked back on the whole situation and smiled. His manner was too rough for the time period. I knew force and when I used it I used it. He had been impressed my adult handling of the situation. We both grew closer having not convinced each other of our respective positions. It was pleasant I was a returning hero. I really did not care though if I had been New Braunfels I surely would have. I got a laugh about the school split and its effect on me. I thought to myself so be it.

Sunday night I found myself going to "College Student Service" at Denton Bible. I was eager to catch up on my classmates that had gone to UNT. I ran out of time seeing so many people trying to find out what they had been doing. That Wednesday would be ACCESS at the UNT Lyceum. I went as college freshman. I found it difficult driving in the big city. I suddenly felt like a hick lost in the big city all over again. I noticed a few faces missing and I got the story on them. Excluding TAMsters those in the senior bible study 94 that tried out reach on Fry all of them suffered damage. I was the only one left with a walk. I was staggered by the statistic. I hung-out in Denton the rest of the week saying hello to my former high school minister and paying a visit to my old girlfriend's house. Sunday morning I hit a morning service and stopped by the Hangar and said hello to my high school friends.