The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.
The Coal Miners of 1933
by Regis Boff
It might not be a bad idea for teachers to understand they have nothing in common with the coal miners in 1933. Everyone in America, ( except perhaps the teacher’s union), has known our schools were not performing adequately for the past forty years. We have pumped trillions into them. We have blamed the families, the kids, over-crowding, curriculum, the murder of liberal arts, decaying buildings and those sneaky other countries that browbeat their kids into success. But mostly we blame those sinister schemes that would allow us to test and rid ourselves of bad teachers, instead of giving them tenure as though they were Supreme Court Justices.