It was the Christmas of 1980. Teague and I had been dating for about three months, and I was missing her dreadfully over the Christmas break. I invited her to come to Gruver and see me, but she said her dad thought that I should come visit her family first. So…I flew to Dallas.
The Johnston house was fun and full of life. With six children around there was never a dull moment. One afternoon Teague’s dad asked me what my major was. I answered that it was Ag Economics. He then asked, “How are your grades?”
I answered, “Oh, I’ve got a 2 point something…” He then wanted to know if that was any good. (Little did I know at the time that he had two masters’ degrees and knew all about grade point averages.) I then proceeded to explain that a 2 point something was about “average”.
Now he had me… I was in his sights. He had rehearsed it many times.
“Average, that’s the 
best of the worst, or the worst of the best. Which one are you?”
