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While most of us fretted and were constantly trying to work around the drips at the bottom of the ice cream mountain, keeping them from running down the cone and eventually over our hand, down an arm and then all over us, Mom started at the top and just worked her way down seemingly oblivious to the mess.

Several 'old men' raised their hands...and then their eyes widened as if they had seen a ghost.  That ghost was me - their 8th grade teacher back in 1974.  Actually, they thought I was 'old' then in 1974, but to find me still alive 36 years later seemed unbelievable.

Those 'aha moments' continue to surround us, and God's joy is always present if we slow down a bit and take it all in...

A nice quiet end to this week, a week in which I had to visit with each faculty member and have 'that talk' about more structure, not less at the end of the school year, a peaceful Friday afternoon until...I hear screaming from the Boys' Restroom down the hall.  Isn't there an old Ray Stevens song about "The Day the Squirrel Came to Church"?  Well, today the chipmunk came to school...

"Teacher, why did you purchase that hammer at Ace Hardware instead of Western Auto?"

All this healthful discussion took place while consuming an assortment of breakfast sandwiches, burritos, lots of Senior Coffees and, of course, Arnie's morning standard - a hot fudge sundae.
 

Ah, so often that's how it is with the fallen man.  "I hope nobody saw me."  As if that somehow changes the fact that we have fallen...again.