An Incomplete Memory

I had the most interesting and instructive experience yesterday.

I was driving back from visiting a friend who was rehabbing from a severely broken left femur that required surgery a month ago.

I was listening to THINK, the KERA program with interviews of authors, journalists, and researchers. The guest was Casey Gerald. His autobiography, They’re Will Be No Miracles Here!, tells of being raised by an ex Ohio State football player cocaine addict and a bipolar often absent mother. Nevertheless after high school in Oak Cliff he attended Yale and got an MBA from Harvard.
I did not get his name as I drove but heard him tell of his father Rod at OSU. When the host, Krys Boyd, repeated his name I was suddenly thrust back in time.

One fall many years ago I was watching football on TV. Ohio State was playing an opponent whose name I can’t remember. What I do remember is that the quarterback for OSU was Rod Gerald. (Now when I look him up I see that he was the quarterback for the 1976 and 1977 seasons and led OSU to an Orange Bowl victory in 1977.}

Early in the next year after that football season I was returning from someplace south of Dallas. I went to the Home Depot on Interstate 20 in South Dallas to buy I know not what. What I do remember is asking a store employee for help. I was surprised when I looked at his name tag. On it was written Rod Gerald. I said to him that another Rod Gerald played football at Ohio State. Sheepishly he admitted that he was the same Rod Gerald and had left OSU involuntarily. I do not remember anything more of what he said – was it academic? (I think so) or disciplinary? (I can find no record of Rod Gerald leaving OSU).

So I saw Rod Gerald play football on TV and then saw him a few months later in a Home Depot in Dallas. It was such an odd coincidence I’ve never forgotten it. That I am sure of.

What I don’t remember is the year it happened, why I went to Home Depot, Where I went before or after, or anything else Rod Gerald said to me. That it occurred in 1977 seems earlier than I would have thought because my hazy recollection is that my wife, Cherry, was with me. We were not married until 1979. But we were dating in 1977 so that date is possibly correct. She has no memory of this event but then she wasn’t watching football then.
Maybe there was another Rod Gerald or Rod Jerrell that played later at OSU but I can find no record and that seems unlikely.

My vivid memory of a chance encounter is incomplete but no less real to me and is as accurate as I can recount.

Does this remind you of a recent tale of a vivid memory that has been savaged for its incompleteness? A reference to that memory in a recent adolescent rant by the President in Mississippi comes to mind.