You know, it's crazy. My dad went to his either his 50th, maybe in the 60th high school reunion,

right? Which just blows my mind. But the two things he pointed out, he goes, one, with the

exception of one other guy, all of those guys still live in Houston. Because if you're born in

Houston, that's a big one. You don't leave. Apparently, you cannot physically leave the state of

Texas if you're born there. So he's like, it's amazing. So they see each other all the time.

But miraculously, one of his teachers from back in the day was still alive, which he could

not believe.

But he said he was there with my mother.

They're walking in.

And my mother goes, man, this real old lady grabs your father's arm and says, Robert Hill.

Like this woman still, obviously does not look anything like he did back in the day.

She recognized him immediately and just started dressing him down.

And she said, dressing him down?

Oh, yeah. You were a terror, you know, that kind of.

Oh, my God.

Because that's what she remembers.

And, you know, he's kind of smiling and chuckling through it, but my mother was just like in all of the years that I've been with your father. I've never seen him look mildly nervous

at anybody for any reason. She's been sitting on this for 60 years. Well, then one of his best

friends from school, this guy named Sam, who my mother says, you've never seen him sober. And

older I get, the more I believe that, said like Sam walked in and the teacher,

it was much different.

It was like, and Mr. Shagwa.

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