Halloween

Halloween is not my favorite holiday. Like most holidays I find them over rated.

Besides huge candy hauls and peeing on myself when I was little, only one Halloween sticks out in my mind. It was the fall of 1988 at 615 North Lincoln, Bloomington IN. Barb and I decided on the way to Marching Hundred practice that we were having an impromptu costume party. We spread the word at rehearsal and started preparing the minute we got home.

Barb dressed as a bullfighter and carried a red towel. I became Robert Smith with way too much gel and hairspray in my hair. The party was a smash. Costumes attending ranged from a perfect Audrey Hepburn and a handsome Prince, to an award decorated blue sweater. Later in the evening the party moved to Bullwinkle's for further dancing. That one perfect Halloween ended not far from Kirkwood Ave as the lead singer of The Cure made out with Prince.

I've Begun

I am always telling the kids in my class that they have to write a lot. That they need to write for an audience and the only way to get better is to write. Well, I guess it is time for me to write too. I have been considering a blog for a while now but when friend recently asked me, "Why aren't you blogging?"

I had no response for her question except the lame ones that my students give me, "I don't have anything to write about" or "I don't have any interesting stories" or "it is too hard." As a good teacher I always say, "Of course you have something to write about you were just outside on the playground weren't you?" or "You have me in your life. That has got to be interesting" or "lots of things in life are hard, but you have to do them anyway."

So here goes. I am starting my blog. Before my next post, I hope I find something to write about, or that my life gets more interesting, or that I find it not too hard.

Jeff