The consequences of a hat.

The Hat.

This did not happen to me but to a fellow teacher. It was a really bad day and it was caused by an argument over a hat.

To protect the innocent I have changed the names to John and George. John entered the class as a transfer student from a move he made with his mother to the state of Florida. He was seated next to George. At first they became friends. Then there was a hint of jealousy.

John came from some money and George did not. They started to bicker. John always had the upper hand in money. John was always well liked. Maybe because he had money. George came from a home where they just scrapped by.

They started to argue and the teacher, a new one, should have seen it. But the teacher did not or maybe choose not to.

One day John came in with a hat. You are not allowed to wear it in school but he put it in his belt band. It looked silly but it was a rather expensive hat. He did not want to put it up for he feared it would be stolen. He would have been better off leaving it home.

George said some choice words. I believe something to the effect that the hat made John look like a sissy. Then John countered with something about George’s mother. That was the climax. George took his number two pencil and stuck it into John’s eye. Chaos ensued.

Pandemonium reigned. An ambulance was called. Since George was underage he got off. He went to an alternative school. John was put in the hospital where he lost his eye. He ended up being home schooled.

Two children who had a single incident which affected their lives. And it was all over a hat.

If you find this credulous look at the killings of wearing the wrong colors, or signing the wrong sign or walking into the wrong neighborhood. Wear the Jersey of the opposite team in a game and get the stuffing kicked out of you. Dumb and silly but with severe consequences. Is this our culture?

The Mashed Potato: A dance from the past

The Mash Potato

It’s the latest, it’s the greatest
Mashed Potato, ya, ya, ye-e-eah

A Mashed Potato started long time ago
With a guy named Sloppy Joe
You’ll find this dance is so cool to do
Come on baby, gonna teach it to you

Mashed Potato, feel it in your feet now
Mashed Potato, come on get the beat now
Baby, come on honey, come on baby

And then they dance it through and through
They look for records they can do it to
They got a dance was outta sight
Doin’ the lion sleeps tonight

Mashed Potato, ya a weem o wep a weem o wep
Mashed Potato, ya, ya, ya, ya
It’s the latest, aw baby
It’s the greatest, come on honey
Ya, ya, ya, ya

Now everybody is doin’ fine
They dance alone or in a big boss line
And they discovered it’s the most, man
The day they did it to please Mr. Postman
Read more: Dee Dee Sharp – Mashed Potato Time Lyrics | MetroLyrics

If you want to see something even more lame go to Shelly Long dancing this and get a giggle. You actually did this when I was young. Lame and call to fame.

Actually we had a lot of silly dance moves. The twist had a lot of variations but truthfully it was standing and swaying and not much else.

 

Questions about Heaven.

What is in the cloud?

We see things, we imagine them and we visualize the crazy thoughts.

No one has never looked and not seen something up there, God’s courts.

That is where heaven is. But we do not see harps with angels or angel food cake.

We see everything else and it moves either fast or slow and in a second it is gone like a snow flake.

Fish and birds, white or dark, we see the clouds as we walk through the park.

Is heaven above? Is that where it is? Are there cloud homes up there and we cannot see them for they are hid?

Do you sleep in heaven or just stay awake?

Is heaven real or just plain fake?

Do we rest our bones that now lay in earth?

Do we worry about silly things that plagued us from birth?

Do we write and with what? A pen with endless ink?

Are there computers and other tech inventions?

Are there things that people thing and mention?

Do we wear different colored robes like purple or pink?

Do we greet each other like have a nice day?

Do we say goodbye and go on our way?

Heaven, a concept that baffles the mind.

Do we converse with God do we give him the high sign?

I am in no rush to find out these things high up.

I will wait my turn and take some coffee in my cup.

Hubrus

Hubris: Keeping one’s mouth shut.

 

Sometimes our ego’s get in the way, and we feel that we can do anything. Sometimes it causes a jealousy and drama which we can avoid. Watching the Big Bang Theory I see a lot of hubris in Sheldon, the doctor, Cooper. A man with a big brain and an enormous ego. A leader to himself and a pain in the ass to those around him.

I do not have his brain power and for that I am glad. It would just be a distraction from living my life. Imagine being that intellectual and no body listening. Imagine being that opinionated and everyone shunning you.

I know, he has a small group of friends but they all have a problem. All are intelligent, perhaps even nerds, but problems abound. Except for Penny, Penny, and Penny who has a drinking problem. At least that is my three cents.

Here is my example of not keeping my mouth shut. I taught many years and in my school they had teams. My teacher consisted of three other teachers. Each of us had a discipline.

We were give a hundred and forty students and set up the rotation of what class they would be in. We were a good team of seasoned teachers.

Education was based on length. The longer you taught the higher up on the pay scale you went. So if you did an adequate job your salary could be the same as a person on the same level who did a great job. My team always did a hundred and ten percent.

Here is the rub. Jealousy. Because we did so much more we were used by the administration as why are a ploy against other teams. They would try to get the other teams to work harder to match up against us. The other teachers therefore got tired hearing this and resented us. I mentioned this to a friend who gossiped it around the school and boy did I get a lot of negative response. Did you ever have this experience?

 

 

What is in your wallet?

My wallet is spare, like my bald head,

There is information to id me if they find me dead.

A few bucks, two credit cards which do not have much money,

A few pictures to remember, two grandchildren and a picture of my honey.

My Medicare card in case there is an emergency, to the hospital I go,

A work id card from LEGOLAND where there are rides that I know.

What’s missing? What is no longer carried is a package in the side pocket.

I do not need that Trojan horse and I have subsequently locked it.

And so my wallet is slim and not filled with useless stuff,

Like so many of my age there is a lack of fluff.

My wife on the other hand has a bag filled with things,

Weight to hit me with and cause me pain and a sting.

Doing the Monkey Dance. (words to the song: looking for the beat)

We are doing the monkey dance,

Everybody get up and prance to the dance.

Sway to the music and the beat of the drums,

Hop to the rhythm and let your voice hum.

 

Put your hands to your lips and say not a word,

Hop around and jump around like a bird.

Next step is easy hands to your ears,

Spin around like a top and do what you please.

 

The final move is a thing of joy,

Put your hands over your eyes and dream of a toy,

Hop till you drop, and never stop,

You are doing the monkey dance until you flop.

 

Refrain:

Monkey see and monkey do,

Act like a monkey two by two.

Bananas should be peeled,

And lips sealed,

But monkeys do and can see through.

Blowing in the Wind

Bob Dylan – Blowin’ In The Wind Lyrics

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man ?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand ?
Yes, how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they’re forever banned ?
The answer my friend is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

Yes, how many years can a mountain exist
Before it’s washed to the sea ?
Yes, how many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free ?
Yes, how many times can a man turn his head
Pretending he just doesn’t see ?
The answer my friend is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

Yes, how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky ?
Yes, how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry ?
Yes, how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died ?
The answer my friend is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

More Bob Dylan lyrics

 

I grew up with this song in my head. And now at sixty eight and another reason for war coming I hear the wind ablowing again. It is the same words I heard in Nam, for Kuwait, for the Gulf War, for Iraq and now a new enemy ISIS. The winds howl and yet the noise is the same. Too many have died and yet more will. We can kid ourselves. But war means death. Drones rain death from above but are not the complete answer. Remember awe from the Kuwait exposition? We still went in and lost a hundred plus men and women. This ISIS affair will not go away easily. This is an enemy that will not blow away and disappear. We cannot do the monkey dance. We cannot pretend we do not hear, see and speak. Evil comes and we must be ready for it. It will blow long and hard and there will be sacrifices. Pray for our youth. Pray for the men and women in uniform. And pray for our country. We are unique and for that reason we are a target.