When you gonna write another speaktherights post? That was the question I got today. I thought, well, at least someone is reading.
It happens like this every year. The end of the school comes around and I am so wrapped up in the end of the year activities that I don’t make time to write. Thank God I was born in March. Those of you reading regularly know what that means.
I will be finished with the 2017-2018 school year, at least in an official capacity, this week. It has been a good school year. I thank all of my colleagues for doing an exemplary job in helping the student body of North Harrison High School to be better students and better people. That is only accomplished if you have a building full of good teachers, administrators, and staff. I think we have that. I am fortunate to be among them on a day in and day out basis.
I look at dates and pay attention to historical factoids. A few days ago I saw an “On This Day in Moody Blues History” timeline. It was June 7th. They had listed that the Moodies played a concert at Riverbend in Cincinnati on June 7, 1992. I turned my head sideways when I saw that. That is wrong, I thought. That was on June 10th. I checked my ticket stub. It was June 10th. A week later I saw them at Deer Creek.
Today would have been Vince Lombardi’s 105th birthday. Vince Lombardi was born on June 11, 1913. I still believe Vince Lombardi is the most influential figure in the history of modern sport. Why? Have you ever heard of The Vince Lombardi Trophy? That is the trophy that goes to the annual winner of the Super Bowl. It is named after a coach that won his Super Bowls before the merger of the NFL and the AFL. There are 32 teams in the NFL and they are all working, sweating, begging, borrowing, and stealing for a Lombardi Trophy.
On this day in 1979, John Wayne died. He was 72 years old when he died. How can that be? 72? The Duke? Is that all? Cancer does not discriminate.
My dear wife, Carrie, and I are heading out of town Wednesday for a few days of rest and relaxation. I will certainly find time to write then. I have to. My Mom is depending on it. And our friend Carl is ready to go too.
Carrie has demanded a rematch on this putt-putt course, the oldest putt-putt course in the United States in Geneva on the Lake, Ohio. Lake Erie, that is. (I think I can beat her again.)
Speaking the rights…
Danny Johnson