Wednesday, December 27, 2006

People I Would Like To Buy A Beer, part 6

Big Orange.

Yes, Dear and Gentle Reader, This man deserves a tanker-truck of Steel Reserve. Not because he is the one who gave me the job of writing this blog, (a debt I will never be able to repay. Thank You Sir. I won't let you down) but because he is one of the hardest working men in America. He will deny this, but don't let him fool you. He sez he's lazy, but it just ain't so. He sez he's an ass, but that ain't so either.

This man has THE HARDEST JOB of all time. Even harder than the guy who has to clean the "private booths" at the adult bookstore. This man is a teacher. It is his job to plough through endless paperwork, by both chilldren and adults, and the paperwork from both could not be more immature. He guides young minds to the pathes of wisdom, virtue, and trains them, not just in the three R's, but how to use what they have learned to become better citizens, better leaders, and better people. He challenges them not to gobble up all the crap that the world is spilling into their laps, but to decide for themselves what is right, what is true, and what is good.

He does this while trying to juggle being a good father to his own children, a good husband to his lovely wife, a good person in his faith and community, and not to be swallowed up by the infinite pitfalls of the profession he is in. (Money, or lack thereof, the system that seems to turn on him regularly, the people who denigrate the good work he is trying to do, the rules, guidelines and bylaws that try to hamper him, written by people who have never even tried to housetrain a puppy, let alone a child...)

This man deserves to have monuments built in his honor for the zeal and determination that he throws into a dirty, thankless job, every day. I cannot sing his praises enough.

Do you have a job? Do you know right from wrong? Do you know the capital of Ohio? Thank a teacher, you jackass! I hold this man in the highest regard and you should too.

So raise your glass, and with a loud voice, cry out, "THANK YOU TEACHERS!" and tip back a cold one for this noble soldier on the frontlines of todays education, one Scotland Gallo.

God Bless You, Sir.



  1. that doesn't look a thing like me!! does it??

    Flattery will get y'all everywhars, y'all know...

    ...and many, many thanks!!

  2. Authors note: No flattery was used in the writing of this post. Everything that was written was the complete and utter truth, as this Author knows it.

    Please, Dear and Gentle Reader, take a moment and thank a teacher. They have so few thank-yous.


  3. that's also an OLD picture. Lessee... I put that somewhere circa 1998??

  4. just move back to Ohio, Orange! And bring that hat back with you.

  5. I argee BO. Come back to Ohio! and if not, at least start wearing that hat to school.



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