First graders LOVE their teacher. I’m a teacher, but a substitute teacher, not THEIR teacher. For first graders there is NO substitute for their teacher. Skeptical eyes surveyed me. To their credit, they withheld judgment. They weren’t overly critical when I failed to pause by the tiled area in front of the office on the… Continue reading First Grade Bingo
My fortune is made (or will be made) upon the launch of my new “Work Workout” program! Infomercials, “Shark Tank” appearances, followed by franchises will have me rolling in the green like Scrooge McDuck! Prior attempts at making the “A-list” of millionaires fell short. The squirrel circus invention (See post “Why Didn’t the Chicken Cross… Continue reading The Work Workout Or How I’ll Make A Million Smackaroos!
The clamming rake looked like a murder weapon, and from a clam’s point of view that’s exactly what it was. The rake leaned against the clam basket, a container constructed out of wire mesh. It appeared that the clammer (that would be me) swung the rake into the sand unearthing the sought after shellfish and… Continue reading Not Clammed Up
“Check to make sure they’re still alive,” the cashier at the Alden Quick Mart recommended when I asked him where he kept the crawlers. Spying the Live Bait window sign, I pulled off the highway. After visiting Edwards Apple Orchard and scoring a half dozen cinnamon cider doughnuts, bobber fishing from the pier seemed like… Continue reading Worm Wonder
In the flow chart of my life, my sock drawer occupies the lower right corner in a rectangle with the heading “Unimportant” and connected by an arrow to a diamond labeled “Do Not Worry About.” Apparently I’m in the minority. (I know this because I read it on the Internet.) Organization manuals devote chapters to… Continue reading Put A Sock In It