Waxing Crescent Moon
I found a little piece of my heart yesterday.
This is the old gym at Creighton University in Omaha where my father, Leo Francis Ostdick, played basketball for the Bluejays in 1936 – 1937. “Lanky Leo” was 6’3″ which was pretty tall back then. He had a smooth sweeping hook shot and a deadly two-hand set shot from the foul line. Lanky Leo was your basic 20th century badass. And my Dad.
I veered off from my course from the river across town to find the campus. It was quite a nostalgic thrill to hunt around their beautiful modern grounds before finding Dad’s old gym. Really cool. Like inspiringly cool.
My sister Diane also attended Creighton in the 1970s. I wish she could have been there with me yesterday to share some memories.
I slackpacked yesterday and today in the 95° heat to bring my mileage right up to the 1,400 mile mark. Now I’m going to rest over the weekend and pick back up Monday or Tuesday.
I can tell that crossing Nebraska in June will be a tad toasty to say the least. Not much shade in these parts. But I have new shoes and inserts plus a new Sun hat and shirt. I am also working on making a hands-free holder for my Sun umbrella. Maybe that’s the ticket!
We’ll see how it goes.
Peace and Love from the Son of Leo,