What does this have to do with my science class?

Ranching is not for me. Junior high L A County 1958. I had Mr. Macintyre’s eight grade science class fourth period just before lunch break. We were all just settling in at our desks when Mr. Byerman, a tall red hair and bespectacled no non-sense teacher with a public-address speaker like voice came to Mac’sContinue reading “What does this have to do with my science class?”

Don’t let her rub you the wrong way.

It was about two days away from Thanksgiving. I’m guessing it was 1958 and I was in the eighth grade. Maybe I was fourteen or fifteen. Don’t really remember. But anyway, My lot in life at that time was to walk to school and walk home. I walked every day. Ever since first grade. ToContinue reading “Don’t let her rub you the wrong way.”

How did we ever make it out of Junior High?

Junior high boys are the most peculiar barbaric animals observed in the human world. And I am speaking boys of my own generation. Not middle school boys of the recent generations. And speaking of middle school I’m not really sure why we went from junior high designation to middle school classification. We societal wonks areContinue reading “How did we ever make it out of Junior High?”

Things a fourteen-year old boy wouldn’t do.

Especially if your friends see you. You would never want to be seen with your mom unless your guy friends razz you about hanging with “Your Mother.” And you certainly wouldn’t want to be seen with your sister either. Especially if she is much younger. The boys would think you were her babysitter. Not aContinue reading “Things a fourteen-year old boy wouldn’t do.”