My dear wife, Carrie, and I have an ongoing difference of opinion. Though I am blessed to have lovely bride, we do have a notion or two that will find an opposite view now and again.
Carrie is of a mind that clothes are at their best if they “fit”. What a cantankerous word…fit.
You have probably guessed by now that she and I differ as to the definition of the word “fit”. Her “fit” is my “I think I may suffocate”. Translation: She thinks a shirt should be contoured to own’s personage in order to offer its best presentation. I think a shirt should be comfortable and not uncomfortable. My comfort level fits me just fine. Be that a half a size…or maybe one size of extra comfort to spare. Now…I do agree there are times when one must go the extra mile in putting together an ensemble of apparel and there may even be a time to compromise one’s level of comfort to complete the task at hand. I try to stay out of those situations as often as possible. Job interviews…funerals…weddings…maybe even special occasions during Sunday Preaching. Give me a t-shirt I can tug a few inches in any direction with great comfort and you’ll find a happy man.
A new era.
I start a new job tomorrow. I still find it a bit awkward to say that. Don’t get me wrong. I am glad to be working so much closer to home. I have met many of the folks I will work with and they have been very accommodating and have done a good job of saying “welcome home” to me. Though I graduated from this school thirty years ago, that aspect of things means very little. It is a new building filled with new people. I now walk in the building with much more experience than the 18 year-old version of me could imagine. Fortunately, I have not lost all sight of the 18 year-old vision. That helps when trying to help young people.
Many of my new colleagues have said complimentary things about my Dad. He taught at the school for many years and was the school’s head football coach during the program’s infancy from 1979 to 1985.
This hangs above my desk in my office at North Harrison High School where I am a school counselor.
Penn State University in State College, PA is the place of the lounging rabbit.
I’m no rabbit expert, but this little guy was on a bare spot in the yard near the library. I assume that bare spot is his and he made it. If the rabbit is indeed a “he”. Maybe it is a “she” and that is her sunbathing spot. I know I have seen rabbits in some awkward positions as they were in pens at the county fair. This is the first one I have seen lounging as such in free public. We found this critter last month on a visit to campus.
Brett Favre was immortalized one more time by the Green Bay Packers last night, as he entered the team’s Hall of Fame and had his number retired. I was fortunate enough to see Brett play in college when his Southern Miss (my Dad’s old school) Golden Eagles came to play the University of Louisville in October of 1989. Southern won by virtue of a miracle pass. Twenty years later to the weekend, Carrie and I saw him pull one out again as his Minnesota Vikings beat the Seattle Seahawks in Minneapolis.
Last night Brett seemed humbled by the welcome he received.
When I heard him talk about the people that had welcomed him back to Green Bay after a messy time of it upon his departure from Titletown to play for another team, I felt like I could relate to him a little bit. I never thought I would pull a blue polo shirt over my head with the letters NH on them again. Fact of the matter, the polo was given to me as a welcoming present along with a few other articles of clothing.
Brett said it was good to be back…I know what he means. The shirt fits very nicely, by the way.
Speaking the rights..
Danny Johnson