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I remember my 6thgrade teach. A Mr. Moore. Verbally abusive. Sarcastic. Ex Marine. Should not have been in charge of 6th graders. My 11th and 12th grade Science and Bio teachers, Mr. Deering. Sarcastic but only to the ones who were coasting. Ms. Marciello. Always willing to help, didn’t broke no laziness. Mr. Mulvehill. 12th grade English Lit. Had my brother 8 yrs prior. Remembered him. He asked if I had a brother named Bill. When I told him, he just made an evil laugh. I was in trouble from the git-go. He was fun. John Juergensen. 8th grad. Junior high Dean at the parochial school I went for 3 yrs. Good man. Force of nature. I made him a new ‘Board of Education’ when his old one broke. Except for Moore, I had a lot of love and respect for them.
Makes a great ‘side’ with fish.
Furry little hellions chewed a foot wide hole in my roof around a vent pipe.
We don’t talk about Bruno, no, no !
Why are they called tentacles. There’s only 8 ?
Exit! Stage left !
Drives him? He a bug. He’s already there. He don’t need a chauffeur.
Roll over his foot.
I remember early in grade school, the teacher had a bunch of different toys and plastic coins. We would be taught how to count, add, subtract, make change, figure how many toys we could buy for that day, and we could play with them at break.