Tag: traveling

The Summer of My Clip-On Name Tag (or, Loves Labor Days Renewed)

Mark. My first name, in plastic, on a small clip. People readily took to using it, too, all summer. Mostly folks I didn't know. An interesting departure from my full-time gig, where students and staff alike universally refer to me as ‘Mr. Lucker.’ It had been a few years. I have written before of my … Continue reading The Summer of My Clip-On Name Tag (or, Loves Labor Days Renewed)

A Teachers Summer on the Road; Episode 2

Random (like the weather) thoughts. Tattoos are all the rage.  Personally, I have never had the urge to get one, and the more I work with inner city high school kids and with twenty-somethings adorned with them… I really don’t care for the idea of somebody using my body as a Spirograph. Walk into a … Continue reading A Teachers Summer on the Road; Episode 2

A Teachers Summer on the Road; Episode 1

My first Monday back in my hometown of Minneapolis. Reupping with an employer you haven’t worked for in over ten years is a bit like having dinner with a former lover. You start by discussing your separate, mostly unknown here-and-now’s before you move on to on shared pasts, getting each other up to date, filling … Continue reading A Teachers Summer on the Road; Episode 1

Traveling

On long family trips when I was six, seven, eight, nine - cowboys, Indians, soldiers and animals romped in a nappy, synthetic dark-blue rear-window meadow other times, that Plymouth field was simply a ledge on which to fold arms, place chin, lean on watching the highway behind us fade to black while my mother half-jokingly … Continue reading Traveling

Just my type, writer

Walk into our home at any given time my fifteen-year-old son Will is home and you are likely to hear the distinctive sounds of typing emanating from his room at the far end of the hallway. Typing.  As in metal keys striking paper rolled around a cylindrical tube called a ‘platen.’ The steady, rhythmic click-clack-clack-click … Continue reading Just my type, writer