As I wrote a little while back (Grinch and Bear It, or The Turn of the Scrooge; 12/9/18), I’m not a Christmas guy. I won’t rehash it all here. You can go back and read all about it. Anyway, last week two co-workers and I took a couple of clients to visit Santa. Watching the …
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The Concert, pt. 8
Saturday, Dec. 20, 1986I woke up on my own that morning, which wasn’t unusual for a Saturday. My internal alarm clock always had me up by 7:30 so I could have breakfast with Mom and settle in for four solid hours of cartoons. This wasn’t a normal Saturday morning wake-up experience, though. It was still …
The Concert, pt. 7
Friday, Dec. 19, 1986I woke up that morning without Mom making repeated trips into my room to poke, prod, and jostle me awake. Of course, I was so incredibly excited about the Christmas concert; it wasn’t hard to imagine I’d wake myself up. Laying in bed, I thought about yesterday’s rehearsal. Remembering how fun and …
The Concert, pt. 6
Thursday, Dec. 18, 1986The Thursday before Christmas vacation was always the culinary highlight of the school year. Fresh turkeys donated by Gizzard Acres. Lumpy mashed potatoes covered with silky smooth gravy. Buttered peas and carrots. Homemade cranberry sauce made right in the cafeteria kitchen. Gingerbread cake with Cool Whip topping. It was hard to fathom …
The Concert, pt. 5
Wednesday, Dec. 3, 1986Mr. Wodrick was born in a canoe as his parents escaped high water in central Vermont during the Flood of 1927, and he got shot twice during the Korean War. Everyone at Comfort Rock Elementary & Middle School knew this. Heck. Everyone in Franklin County knew it. He made sure of it …
