recovery
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Time Marches on Standing Still
The following piece, or rather – the following two pieces – are straight from the vaunted Marchives. The original entry, dated 08/10/08, was written just two months after my family and I moved to New Orleans, and a month after moving into the house we rented for the next two years. It was three-years after… Continue reading
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From Wellheads to Foamy Heads: Through Thick with Thin
Among the onslaught of sidebar incidences to the oil spill in the Gulf has been the rise in the sale of all things people will produce and buy to benefit whatever oil-soiled situation is deemed appropriate. First and foremost, of course, are the ubiquitous t-shirts, which generally fall into one of two categories: those which… Continue reading
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Well oiled verse
(You know the tune – belt it out) As Bonnie comes over the ocean and heads for us here in Orleans; After Bonnie glides over the oil spill will we all look like we’ve bathed in Brylcream? Veer west, veer west, oh veer west, oh, Bonnie, veer west! Veer west! Veer west, veer west, oh… Continue reading
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Epoch
dead-dinosaurs juice spewing from beneath the sea; ferocious, they are Continue reading
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Kindred spirits
Last night at the market provided another one of those hey-you’re-kinda-like-me moments that have become pretty commonplace since we moved to New Orleans. I was working on straightening up the pop (excuse my Midwestern self –soda) aisle when I saw a woman about my age who was obviously not seeing what she was looking for. I… Continue reading
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He wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer
On Thursday I spent three hours riding herd on a couple of high school computer technology classes…on the second level of the school’s gym. Just why we were holding a computer class in the wrestling-practice area of a gym has its own manila folder in the growing cabinet of ‘stupid’ files – but that’s another story.… Continue reading
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The spirit in which it was given
Tuesday’s sub gig had me at a newer school, working in a nice computer lab with a bunch of ninth graders. Once done with their assignments, they are allowed to go onto a limited number of websites deemed appropriate for their school setting. One of those websites is freerice.com, a site that allows you to… Continue reading
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Jottings from a pocket notebook
Another week of high school in da’ hood is in the books. Some interesting odds-n-ends from the week. First, let’s look at the stats: I subbed for the same teacher on Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday this week – a teacher who had requested my services, was well prepared and even gave me a call during… Continue reading
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From the Marchives; August 10, 2008. At the end, an update – 02/22/10
A green garden hose hangs, coiled neatly on its holder. It’s patina-green brass nozzle dangles, but no water drips. It sits quietly, at the ready for the mistress or master of the house to take up the call of the garden. It is a call that will go unanswered, as it has for three years.… Continue reading
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From the blackboard jungle to my whiteboard quagmire
Mr. Chips, Mr. Holland, Mr. Keating… “Mr. Lucker – you aggrivatin’”! “Why, thank you”! That particular verbal exchange (and the resulting student stare of puzzlement at my response) has become one of my regular favorites with the high schoolers I have been substitute teaching this year. It’s truly a badge of honor, as the source… Continue reading