Frank Callahan:  

Giving me a keyboard time and twenty thousand spaces to say anything...well that's absolutely the dumbest and regretful proposition I've ever been offered - and Lord knows I've been solicited to do stuff that's, well...dumb! So I'll just write something here that isn't too provoking and leave it. Being this is Classmates and anchored on all about alumibettes, school, teachers n stuff, let me open with apparently something that has uniquely captured the souls of too many people this year. And in my doing so, simultaneously and spontaneously have some folks who've not yet learned to just turn the damn page, mumbling about that they haven't heard from me in way too many years, and that guy is still pissing me off... Though not deeply politically minded, may I suggest we give Teacher Of The Year for 2020 to The Donald? For this clown taught us mightly that you can do a real good job and still should be fired if your attitude sucks - because nobody likes a prick. YEA or NA? Like many through their RP years, the Class of '76, was an unenlightened crew from Joyz that flipped from a classroom to the next class by strutting down some stairs, past scores of friends and classmates as we talked and gave a dozen greetings along with a few goofball insults during every hall muster. Now some 45 years later, with a few Alumi already retired as teachers in that same school down in Veteran's Park, when kids change classes at the end of a period, it is absolutely quite, empty, haunting and dish...Expand for more