David Mitchell
"Volunteer Civilian Medical Tours" continued
While Dad was with us, he shared a crazy story from his trip through Saigon, down to Can Tho, (“can toe”) and then back up to Vinh Long to visit me.
A little background - I should point out that Dad was an eleven-year-old kid in, Columbus, in 1922, playing in the construction of the “new” football stadium - the now famous Ohio State University “Horseshoe”. Dad and a buddy would ride their bikes (grew up on 10th or 11th Ave east of High street) down to the construction site, grab a few frogs along the riverbank, and sneak up (after the workers left) into the opening arches of the (finished) southwest tower, and drop their frogs out over the wide opening. Then they ran down the steps to see if they had “smushed” on the pavement below.
Fast forward..... (1969)
By now, Dad was part way through his forty plus years as head of the Allergy Department in the OSU medical school. As a result, I had grown up with free tickets to any athletic event I wanted to see. I believe I missed one home football game from about 4th grade through high school - about 1957 through 1966. And I saw almost every home basketball game for three years with the greats, Jerry Lucas, John Havlicek, and Mel Nowell.
So, it was now 1969, and Ohio State was planning to put down Astro turf on the football field. But there was some delay, and it was decided that they would wait a year, rather than try to lay the new field in mid-season, in case something went wrong with the installation. (In fact, I believe it was two years for whatever reason). As a result, someone in Columbus had created a silly bumper sticker to mark the event. It said something like,
“EVEN ON THE GRASS, WE’LL STILL BEAT THEIR ASS - GO BUCKS”
So, Dad is changing planes at the huge Tan Sa Nhut airport in Saigon - a very crowded busy place. As he sat waiting for his flight, crowds milling past in both directions, he notices a guy approaching who looks like an American businessman, wearing a button-down shirt and tie, with a briefcase. As he passes close by Dad, Dad sees a bumper sticker on the guy’s briefcase - you guessed it - “EVEN ON THE GRASS, WE’LL STILL BEAT THEIR ASS - GO BUCKS”.
Dad jumped up and chased the guy. The two of them introduced themselves to one another. The guy’s name was Dick Pendell, and he was an insurance salesman from Columbus. He and his wife and (I think) six kids spent about eight or ten summers doing missionary work for some Presbyterian mission up in Kon Tum in the Central Highlands.
The guys loved Dad's story.
t.b.c.
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