What’s new?
While I know the readership of this thing I write here is less than modest, I do get asked by a few folks when I am going to put something new on here.
What’s new? Well, this morning this was new:
This was a great breakfast concoction that my dear wife, Carrie, put together. I don’t even know what all was in it. I know it was good for you. I couldn’t taste any bacon so that was a healthy start. When you have green and yellow and orange and white on the breakfast table you know you are eating right. Add that healthy scone and a cup or three of leaded coffee and you got it made.
I am a fortunate man. I don’t fix anything to eat that I can’t spell. Thank God Carrie has the gift. The porch was cool this morning as I read the paper and drank my coffee and then was blessed with a fine culinary creation. The heat caught up with us. Off the porch til morning I would say.
Goodbye, Mr. Duffy.
When you spend your life around schools as I have, you meet a great many memorable characters. Some you wish you could forget. Some you hope to remember. Some never go away. I think the ones that never go away are the legends. Mr. Darrel Duffy was one of those. I wish I knew how many times I had heard my Dad or one around him ask, “You know what Duffy had to say about that?”, when the discussions of the day were flowing around.
Mr. Duffy died yesterday. He was 85.
The last time I had speaks with Mr. Duffy they were good ones. He asked about my Dad. They worked together at Brownstown Central from 1967 to 1979. Mr. Duffy retired from BC in 1993. Looking at the bio in his obituary, I feel rather useless in comparison. He was an exceptional man and a giver of his time and talent. The rest of us have some work to do.
He was a character, Mr. Duffy. And more often than not, the laugh was at your expense. But that was part of his charm. You knew he was one of the good guys.
For a number of years I worked with one of his granddaughters, Bridget Disque, at Medora Schools. I enjoyed it when she spoke of him. He was loved and respected by all.
A new day is always on the way.
We might be here to see the new day and we might not. But there is always hope that the next day will be better than today. Sometimes that takes effort. Sometimes it takes a deep breath and turning off the television and looking out the window to see that, if your yard is not burning, God’s green earth (aka the environment) has plenty of beauty to behold (for now).
Where I work, North Harrison Community Schools, we welcome students into the building this coming Wednesday. I say bring them on! Youthful optimism abounds at the start of each school year and it is a great thing to be a part of.
Speaking the rights…
Danny Johnson