Looking at a picture of myself with a “friend” I realize that I’m having the time of my life, one of many “times of my lives.”
My childhood, was one of those times, minus, of course, Jim Crow clowning around a time or two, doing the boogaloo on my hopes and dreams but my family and friends and neighbors flooded me with powerful doses of love that countered such schemes.
And wowing Arizona basketball fans over half a century ago sure bolstered my ego and self esteem. That was quite a time.
Creating positive learning environments for thousands of children in San Diego who kept me young of mind has to rank among my finer times. [Read more…]