I must confess to being at a loss for words this evening; snapped up in the vortex of basketball, grading, kids sports practice, kitty litter and fatigue. I find myself writing the same sentence over and over again like a wail for help or at least sleep–some temporary reprieve from what has come to be a semesterly period of raw de-energization more commonly referred to as the last few weeks of school. But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the end and summer brings the sun. Arise fair sun and kill the desperate gradeless who are already sick and pale with grief…
Alright thats enough of that. How about..
Some Thoughts:
- At Sam’s Club you wave your membership card in front of an automated kiosk and they give you free samples of drugs.
- Two games left in the football season and I’m really starting to recognize what a stand up dude my son’s coach is. He’s good and I can see, as a father, why he relies on his son. Still, he wants each kid to have the best possible experience. He wants to win but he wants to have fun doing it. Too bad he’s done after this. The High School team demands too much attention. Does that mean I’m up?
- 1817 marked the start of the firs Seminole war, which actually began because the tribe was harboring runaway slaves. It reminds me of how not terribly long ago people who look like me were merely seen as the property of people who don’t look like me. Yet today I can publish a daily blog, and write stories in books that feature best selling authors, and perhaps most surprisingly, stand in front of a classroom of mixed faces and races and teach them without fear of being whipped or even sold. Yeah, racial tensions are still here, but we’ve come a long way, baby.