Hi all, Caveat 1. In high school we would fill in the race blank with mile, 880, 440 and so on. And the prez would call is in...... we would request the track coach for validation..... I was proud of my race.... I would talk of Roger Bannister ..... only to be interrupted by an 880 guy who would praise Mal Whitfield.... and so it went.... every year. The third year the coach was there t6 greet us.... I made things worse one year by going in and announcing that I was changing my race to the 880. 2. I am a painter and photographer.... I enjoy the full use of the pallet. One year in grad school I sat in on a class because the visiting professor's skin would have purple tones as she moved across the classroom and the sun struck her skin. I was told by someone that people with her heritage often had that tonal quality......
Tonight I sat at La Tosca overlooking the inner Harbor...... the parade of humanity..... all colors, shapes and sizes.... runners, walkers lovers, business discussions...... a pitcher of sangria.... tapas and my wife of 30+ years still a babe.... as well as a JAP :-) .... a gentle breeze at sundown..... I began to think that race is such a silly way to think of people...... several couples relied on the kindness of strangers to take a photo of them in front of a landmark.... there were no grades... no exams... no curricula just a flow of humanity.... there was a man with a guitar singing standards.....another set up a telescope and passers by stopped to take a look.... in to space... Race...... so silly such a waste. we have go to do better A proud miler... even though they don't anymore. Del --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Teaching Sociology" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected] To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/teachsoc -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
