My son Ian and I traveled to College Station on Friday. Back to Aggieland. Just the two of us. Sadly, we journeyed for my cousin Rusty's funeral. He was the truest Aggie I've ever known, and Ian volunteered to accompany me to be my "human Kleenex" as he phrased it. I put him to good use! On the way, it dawned on me how unique conversations with my ten year old are. We went via Waco, and as soon as he saw the signs, Ian said, "My friend James is gonna freak when he finds out I drove past Baylor! He's a huge fan!" Later, as we listened to some March Madness on the radio, he added, "I bet Mrs. Litchfield is excited right now!" as her Stephen F Austin Lumberjacks racked up the points. Once in Aggieland and at the funeral home, Ian asked, "What's my Aggie class year?" and proudly signed his name and '28 (!!!!) on a memorial for Rusty. Ian knows about college. And if you ask him, he'll say, "After high school comes coll...