Good Morning Gentle Readers,
Sir! Sir! Sir!
By then, the first security guy was back with his boss and there were two security guards screaming at me from down below. Seems they wanted me to move along and I was pointedly ignoring them. I'd already flashed them the index finger, which was the wrong finger, and mouthed: just one more minute. They were doing tit-for-tat, and both pointedly ignored it.
Nobody was complaining, but security guy number one had been hassling me for several minutes. Just me, though. Not the fifteen high school kids on the steps or the woman next to me with the lens she needed to carry in a violin case like Bugs Moran's Tommy Gun. Talk about lens envy. Dude, that was a fine lens. I tried wandering from place to place, but, apparently, never far enough to suit them.
Then, *Jacob Snell! Honors!*, booms out across the stadium and I'm snapping pictures like a mad man while these two security guys heads are exploding. Click. Click. Click. Except. There was no correlation between the calling of the names and the handing of the diplomas.
AND ITS NOT EVEN MY KID. Good Lord. As I walked away I scowled at them and, in my best Curly Bill voice.....
For the rest of the night, a guard was posted, who blocked the view they claimed I was blocking, so as to keep any other parent from blocking the view while taking a pic of their kid graduating. Did you follow that? We're going to block your view in order to protect you from jerks who might block your view.
At the pre-graduation dinner, Mrs TWC kept the wine flowing. She said it would keep me mellow during the ceremony. I expect she was right.