About two months ago, the call went out in our office for volunteers to serve as docents in Old Red, which was included in the GHF Historic Homes Tour this year. (The tours took place over the past two weekends.)
I picked the first shift Saturday morning, and was assigned a spot near the elevator on the second floor. I was a little less than gleeful early Saturday morning, wondering why I was ironing the required white dress shirt and putting on black socks rather than my usual ratty and comfortable weekend attire: T-shirt and shorts. The funky cloud lasted most of the drive to campus. And then, I arrived, and the construction fences were all down in the area, and the landscaping was done, and Old Red was standing bright and stately, handsome and fine as ever. One of my friends with University Police was already on site, with a hearty good morning, and the day was looking better. We had about 20 people come through that early shift, most of them “oohing” and “aahing” at Old Red’s grandeur, reminding me with their fresh eyes how lucky we are to have such a treasure at the heart of our campus. My two-hour shift flew by, sharing great stories about Old Red, talking up UTMB, sharing my pride in this place and its people. The drive home was a lot better.