…what never came. That’s all right, though. I’ll just get ready and go to work like all of you.
I took this photo at rehearsal a couple of weeks ago. Girls lying on the hard, cold floor but still having fun. I remember those days. Whether it was sitting/lying on the floor or huddling outside in the freezing cold at recess, we just loved being together. I hate to admit it, but I don’t see myself lying on the uncomfortable tile floor now. Ouch.
For those who know him, this has “George” written all over it. Why are my students so weird?
This sign is actually posted on the bathroom door at school. The faculty bathroom door at the high school.
Is this really what we’ve come to? I can remember a day when seeing something like that on a public restroom door would annoy and offend. You know, like now. It ranks right up there with the little keep-the-product-dry silicone packets that prominently warn, “DO NOT EAT.” Or the labels that say, “Remove lid before attempting to pour product.” And the incessant dumbing down runs rampant. I know you know examples of this. If I had time, I’d search some out. But alas, as REO Speedwagon once crooned: I believe it’s time for me to fly.
Fink out — but not down. The show is shaping up.
PS – check out the cartoon PK sent to me. Cute. And have I ever mentioned that “music” is not a verb? One of these days, Alice…