When I was little and not behaving, my Grandmother would tell me she would give me to the Rag Man if I didn't shape up. When I heard the Rag Man coming in his horse drawn wagon, I'd hide in the back yard. Thanks a lot Gram. (-:
I never taught in a really bad school in my 32 years of service. At times I felt like I was just a guard in a minimum security facility. When I had the opportunity for early retirement at age 55, I took it. Mainly because I just couldn't keep up the level of sometimes feigned excitement that it takes to teach effectively.
Saw ELP in I think 1973. Just them for over two hours. Not sure how much was recorded stuff, but they played enough that was obviously live. Emerson did not disappoint on the keyboards. What a wizard. He did not have the revolving piano then, but did lie on top of a grand piano, plucking the strings for "Take A Pebble". Great memory.
We had a little male poodle that became insulin dependent diabetic. He'd eat almost anything. We had to put the cat's food up on a high place so he couldn't get to it. When we had to have him put down, I fed him right up to the time he passed away. Poor thing.
I took Latin in high school figuring I'd never meet a roman and therefore wouldn't need to converse in it. Translating Caesar's Gallic Wars was enough.
I took my my 14 year old Grandson to a minor league ball game here in Fort Myers in April. A promo team got him to do a race with a guy dressed in a Taco outfit. Of course it was rigged for him to win and he won coupons good a a local taco place. It was fun.
Kind of like boxing someone who knows how to do it. They can hit you at will on any spot and you can't hit them. Think Ali when he was young. Lightning fast reflexes and all.
Disco Era. I bet everyone knows of some examples.