As many of you have let me know, I was remiss in giving a mention to St. Patrick’s Day in last Friday’s fish wrap. I will admit I also missed drinking a green beer Sunday because I was in the Northern Mojave giving a tour to three pretty ladies. However, I did look for a four-leaf clover, but found only beaver tail cactus blossoms. I did dance a jig in the sand. After all, if I can pretend to be good during Christmas I can pretend to be Irish on St. Patty’s Day.
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Many others have asked me to write more about the 1960s. I can remember only so much. But to put it in a nutshell: Just like Donovan’s song from that erawhen Iwent out and tried to “Catch the Wind” in the palm ofmy hand, my other hand was too busy attempting to fulfill the Zen Koan, answering the sound of one hand clapping. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.
Oh wait, you can’t, it’s already in that nutshell above. That makes it tough.Unless it’s a chestnut, then you can roast it over an open fire,which brings us back to Christmas, which is only 279 days away. Okay, now that we’ve punched through the walls of reality shall we move on?
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Regardless ofwhat you think of the current school board, the “system” or education in general, teachers are a dedicated bunch. Each year they spend hundreds of dollars out of their own pockets to help individual students or entire classes, receive better learning. What other business sees its employees spending money out of their own pockets for the benefit of the company? My hazy (thanks to the ’60s) not-so crystal ball says these dedicated folks could be walking out of their classrooms by mid-April if there is no settlement in labor talks...