Phi Kappa Phi

Friday night, after first arriving at the wrong country club, then through panic stickened turns of right and left accompanied by explitives sounding out why would an honor student leave the address and directions at home, we found the correct country club where Barry and I attended the induction ceremony of the Phi Kappa Phi Honor Society. We dined amoung many well-educated and interesting people. I felt like a fish out of water with chipped teeth and straight bodyless hair. A delicious meal of chicken, lasagna, fresh vegtables, rolls, salad, carrot cake and coffee was served buffet style. In trying to keep the conversation flowing, I asked the people at our table if they had ever visited the place in Santa Fe where they grow wine. Some honor student, huh? An inspiring speech was given by Shelly (used to be Rodriquez (her deceased husband was a news personality), but I've forgotten her new last name, and I absent-mindedly left my program there upon leaving). I was presented with a large white envelope upon having my name read aloud, walking a mile to the president, and shaking his hand. There were many others being honored as well. We all felt very honored, go figure. In the envelope was my certificate and my honor cord to be worn over my graduation gown. On the drive home, Barry and I enjoyed discussing Shelly's speech and marveled at her speaking abilities and all the things she is accomplishing as a newly elected Houston City Council member as well as a medical doctor. Needless to say, I didn't feel like I belonged. I don't belong anywhere.