Christian Existentialism

The Federal Reserve
raised the risk of an economic downturn,
from which I decided to take an unusual
step yesterday myself, as I backed
into a women care with my PT Cruiser,
which unfortunately makes the driver totally
blind while looking through the back window, in
the dark, in the Safeway parking lot,
borrowing directly from the Fed, not really,
but wish I could since my daughter had totalled
her Lexus on Pajaro Street, down the block
from Foster's Freeze. The sudden action also
suggests that the nation's central bankers
were worried that a major industrial institution, entertainment, financial, the market place, K Mart,
McDonalds, Salvation Army, some red army
ants, and Hollywood our institutions might fail and
I will have to borrow from the Feds, to keep
our Social Security System from borrowing from
the Democratic Party, which would cause them
to not be able to help me retire, save ten
thousand kitties, or Louis Uchitelle, who writes
for the New York Times, from the financial quivering mountain which has swallowed up at least
six coal miners, and much of my savings in an attempt to put three kids through college and retire in seven years, eight months, and one week.

Open house tonight,
my TA told the class sixth period that I was
gay, and I like black men in prison.

He asked me today if I was mad at him,
and I told him I don't get mad, just even.

I need to get some pictures exposed for my
bulletin board, but I'm too tired to drive
through the streets before the open house
to find a store for that purpose, for which
I would have to drive again through the streets
after talking to six periods of parents, and
talk about grades, a field trip to New York,
and other attempts to drive their grades up through
extra credit.

The Yankees won today,
and I let my fifth period
listen to the ending,
5 to nothing,
over the Red Sox,
in which I gave them twenty
points just for listening to them win.

I didn't go to the YMCA this morning,
and I will be paying the penalty.
I worked on blogging yesterday afternoon,
and didn't make copies of handouts for
my AP U.S. History class, and I had to drive
into work at 5:50am to beat the rush to
the copy machine. Robin, a grey-haired
old teacher from L.A., with a Masters in
"something", which she is always willing to
tell anyone who's willing to listen, was
there before 6:30am on the copy machine.
I had to take the slower of the two. At least
it works. I'm going to irritated all day today,
and my first period is really "slow", bad
at attendence, wandering in, and will want
to know whats going on. "Tell me again the
instructions, I didn't listen to you," will
be the call of the students for the first
hour. I need some coffee.

The weather is nice today,
the sun is out, it's cool,
the kids are wandering by outside,
some have their coats up to their ears,
there is some laughter and chit chat,
grumbling at something by one kid, who's
voice slowing gets quieter as he passes.

Some kids glance into my classroom to see
me on the computer, one being a student
I have in third period, in which I have a
test today.

Caps, there goes a red cap, it looks like
the St. Louis Cardinals, I suppose because
they won the World Series last year, kids
like to match themselves up with a winner.

The voices are getting louder, as you can
hear the engines of the Crown buses rumbling
around near my portable.

My nick nacks cludder the table aroud my computer,
a giraffe, with my kids picture in the middle,
a black mug with the school's name on it,
some Mexican Coka Cola bottles with Mexican
flags in them, with a plastic "sucker" on them
so I could place them on glass if I wanted.

Laughter, talking, louder, shuffling of shoes,
"No I'm not" says one boy, "Paper", "Yeaaaa",
words can be picked up, and the sound of wood
clanging against the sidewalk, someone has brought
their skateboard to school, a no no by the way.

"Shit, I "mumble, mumble", ..."

The school is awakening, the teachers are going to
the lounge to get their coffee to give them courage
for the long day of papers, grumbling by teenagers,
and administration commands.

The sand between the sidewalk, brushes, and asphalt, has foot prints throughout.

"Stop it!," a girl's voice barks.

"There will be no class counts today, enjoy,"
says the Principal's voice for the faculty,
on the school wide intercom.

"You'll survive," another girls says to a friend.

Hardly a cloud in the sky.

7:36am

Rumbling of the bus, it shuts down,
no one is coming into my room,
their waiting until the last minute,
hoping I'll not keep close tabs on
the attendence.

Ringgggggggggggggggggggg.

Foot steps, coughing, bus motor rumbling,
a girl comes into class.

"Hey, how are you doing?"

"Fine thanks," she says.

I don't remember her name.

A couple black kids come into class to
see if they can see a film after their test.

They're pretty neat.

When I was a child my Dad named me
the Root Beer boy.
The root beer soda has been an obsession
of mine, but what isn't?
If prepared properly,
its ice cold, chill a root beer,
for at least three hours,
maybe five,
it should be frothy, cold,
with a slight bite at the beginning,
and a rush of sugar and distict
rootbeer taste, like
Mugs, made in California,
Thomas Kemper, made in Seattle or Berkley,
A&W, made by Dr. Pepper, sadly,
but,
try a good gourmet root beer,
Henry Weinhardt is the best,
with
Bulldog, made in Fresno,
as a close second,
Honey, and Vanilla, drenched
in foam,
real sugar cane,
"A gourmet soda, hand-finished with
natural and artificial flavors and only the
freshest and highest quality ingredients."
Or
"Unleach the Tast",

Carbonated water, cane sugar,
honey, maltodextrin, natural and artificial
flavors, sodium benzoate, real vanilla,
phoshoric acid, and salt.

Gales's Root Beer, Chicago,
made by Chef Gale Gand,
Genuine Hank's, Philidelphia,
Calories 180,
Total Fat Og,
Sodium 35mg,
Total Carb. 44g,
Protein Og,

and "not a significant source of calories from
fat, sat. fat, trans fat, cholerterol, dietary
fiber, Vitamin A, Vitamin C, calcium or iron."

www.hanksbeverages. com,

Captain Eli's, brewed in Portland, Maine,
Refund:
ME,
MA,
VT,
CT,
NY,
DE,
IA,
OR,
5cents.

Original Stewart's, "Fountain Classics",

Cold Brewed Draft,
key ingredients: Quillaia Extract, Gum Acacia,
and Yucca Extract.

Note: Those three ingredients cause the root beer
to have a "smooth" taste.

Triple XXX, out of Galveston, Texas, but
the company is owned in Houston, I.B.C.
root beer is out of Dallas.

Triple XXX tastes like ice cream and root beer,
"in-the-bottle",

and there is Virgil's,
which tastes like black licerice,
and needs to be very cold.

There's alot more,
but I've got a doctor's appt.
so I'll write again about root beer.

Have a taste!

Born in Fresno
Brought in in a little cowtown
Became addicted to pornography at 10
Dad molested my sister
Went to Church
Ran track, football, baseball, and basketball
Introduced to homosexuality,
beer, more pornography, cocaine,
"grass", molested a girl,
in my Bible Study Group.
I was the leader of the Bible Study Group.
She still wanted to be my girlfriend.
Christianity made me guilty, and depressed.
Cheated in French, and math.
Went to a private college,
hated it.
Went to Fresno State for my teaching credential.
Couldn't smoked, smoked,
Couldn't dance, didn't,
Couldn't drink, on campus, drank.
Married at 27.
Virgin 'til I dated my future wife,
began teaching, tough 25 years,
three kids,
only 8 years to go.

I've been let go, fired, or quit
almost every job I've had.
Though I've worked at my present location
for over twenty years, take one year
teaching in King City.

I'm looking forward to retirement,
when I can volunteer at a local history park,
and work with the Amtrack, talking to
the riders and tell them about local history.

And wish I could have a cat,
which my wife won't let me have.

When I was nine years old
I asked my Dad, "Which baseball
team is on TV the most?"

This was in 1964.

My Dad, who happened to be a Yankee fan,
told me honestly, "The Yankees!"

So I began to follow the Yankees, and
my heart was broken when the St. Louis
Cardinals beat the Yanks in seven, in
the World Series.

In the first game I watched the New York
Yankees, the Yanks won, Ralph Terry pitched,
Elsen Howard hit double scoring two runs,
and Roger Maris hit a home run. It was in
Dodger Statium in L.A., the Angels played
there before getting a statium.

I was hooked.

I've been pretty obsessed with them ever since.