Those who can, do — and those who can’t…teach.  We teachers have to hear this line innumerable times during our careers (some long — and some not-so-long).  At-any-rate – perhaps there is some merit to the saying, and-then-again, perhaps there is no merit. We in education currently suffer under the throes of NCLB (No Child […]

I was born in Detroit, Michigan and spent my first 12-years-of-life there (well, the first 12 years of this go around).  I came to love Lake Michigan Summers, cider mill Autumns, and, muddy Spring Times.  And though I came to hate the frigid cold of a Michigan Winter – there is something magical about Christmas

Once-upon-a-time – we stepped into a world that seemed like it was ready to take off!  Like a rocket for outer space – where no wo/man had gone before!!  I liken this sensation to crazy Mon Tennyson’s “noble knight” – where each day proffered a new, and different, adventure.             But we get stuck in

I bought a copy of Monty Python’s “Life of Brian” today – as I haven’t seen it for years, and — remember it as a wonderful treatise on the foibles and follies of humankind.  I remember the first time I saw it – it was with first wife Nancy – but it was hard not

…it changes…OK.  How about this scenario:  Obama wins the presidency but doesn’t get to serve because the Bushies declare a State of Emergency (which is what we have going on anyway), and subsequent martial law (the Bushies already have the legislation in place to accomplish this).  But do the Bushies have the people in place

That’s the neat thing about this life: you can learn something new each day if you so choose.  As many of my students know – I love William Glasser – author of Reality Therapy in the ‘60s – but now, talking about “choice theory” – in that — it’s ALL about the choices we make. 

Mick said it best with the line: “What a drag it is getting old.”  And older I AM getting — as I seem to have misplaced two postings (or simply dreamed that I had written them) – and this here OP-ED will have to go into the October 19th space.  I apologize to publisher, Arash

The rich get richer, and, well – we know what happens to-the-rest-of-us – but I guess that some of these rich arses are losing their shorts in the latest financial fiasco: should we feel sorry for them?  After all – the bigger they are, the harder they – well, we all know this cliché as

(My Republican Boet’s 42nd) The other day I was driving a familiar corridor of Ventura Blvd. when at least 5 cars either U-turned, cut-in-front-of-me, or slammed on their brakes (for no apparent reason) in-less-than-a-block’s worth of driving: and I was stone-cold sober – so it wasn’t my imagination.  Then, on the return trip home –

$700,000,000,000.00: the price tag of the bailout.  HG told me that if I was alive with Jesus, and, making $1,000,000.00-a-day – I still wouldn’t have earned the bailout amount.  Gite Bebe says that as long as the Brits are our Buds (and don’t forget that they are one-of-two-countries still on the gold standard) – we