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...and she's off!

There is a lyric that is repeated in one of Mr. Bobo's favorite Beatles songs.  It goes like this:

I don't know why you say "Goodbye." I say "Hello."
Upon first glance it may not make much sense.  It's from "Hello Goodbye" which can be found on the Magical Mystery Tour LP from 1967.  Admittedly it's from a time when John Lennon was thinking that he might be a walrus.  Those boys were trying everything - from Lysergic Acid Diethylamide to transcendental meditation.  Some of the Fab Four's lyrics from those days were, well, interesting.  But this bit from "Hello Goodbye" resonates with me.

I don't know why you say "Goodbye." I say "Hello."

Mr. Bobo knows just how the writer of that lyric feels.  Sometimes you get to know someone, and right about the time you start really getting to know them and enjoy them, it's time to go.  When I was a child, this seemed to happen a lot when we would visit aunts and u…

That song reminds me of...

Whenever I hear Diana Ross & The Supremes singing "I Hear A Symphony" it always reminds me of my cousin Kathy. She had the LP and I can still remember the album cover - a black and white photograph of the girls with a light blue wash over it.

"Ride Captain Ride" by Blues Image always reminds me of my cousin Carol. So does Neil Diamond’s "Cracklin’ Rosie." I’m not sure why, but both those songs take me back to our junior high days when Aunt Helen and Uncle Hollis lived on Larkspur Lane.

I like to think of my life as having its own soundtrack. My earliest memories of hearing recorded music are the songs of Fats Domino and The Platters. My parents were in their twenties and they played these records a lot. I have a great musical memory of being at an art show in Little Rock when I was in my twenties - the soundtrack for that night was Billie Holiday.…

Work It.

"People, we were part of something really special," the guy said. He was talking to a group of public school teachers and coaches and administrators at someone’s birthday party. Maybe it was somebody’s retirement party. He was absolutely correct. We all had been part of a special time when we all worked together. I was a teacher at Sam Houston High School in San Antonio for about ten years. About half that time as a special ed. teacher, and about half as an English teacher. Most of the people with whom I worked genuinely cared about the kids. I learned from Principal Betty Williams to take an obstacle and look at it really hard and find the opportunity in it. Good times. Great people.

Before the Sam Houston years, I worked in the amazing world of retail. Seven years with Polo / Ralph Lauren in San Antonio. Three years with Structure / Limited, Inc. in San Antonio, Dallas / Ft. Worth, and Austin. My friends at one of those jobs taught me how to work through a hangover. At the…