Last night I drove past the evocatively named Cliff of Ghost Canyon on the way to the house of Tracy Dahlby.
A scion of the journalism school at the University of Texas at Austin, he hosts a dinner at the end of each semester for his classes.
I’d sneaked an invite and was there ostensibly to help manage the parking arrangements as guests arrived and assist his wife, Toshiko, in the kitchen as she prepared a bounteous feast.
Another scion of the journalism school turned up–Rusty Todd and whom, like Tracy, I was fortunate enough to be taught by during graduate school–bringing with him his guitar.
So between the main course and dessert with coffee it got very Texas as Rusty strummed a haunting melody of Ghost Riders in the Sky.
Perhaps the spirits in Ghost Canyon could hear Rusty and joined in as everyone else sang:
“Yippie yi yaaaay…Yippie yi ohhhhh…Ghost Riders in the sky.”