Happy Days

Sunday, Monday Happy Days, etc....

Looks like the Fonz is coming to town! Apparently he's a big advocate for kids with learning disabilities (he was a dumb ass himself at school - said the politically correct spokesperson) - that is Henry Winkler is an advocate, not the Fonz himself (he's just a t.v. character - losers). He's doing a speech at an upcoming L.D. conference in Calgary, and school has decided to send all staff to the conference for the Thursday and Friday, but Henry himself (Arthur Fonzerelli) has got a little gig going on on the Wednesday night where he has asked the staff from our school (all twelve of them) to attend a meeting with him if we each bring two kids from our classrooms (for those of you blissfully unaware, all the kids at our school have learning disabilities, as do the majority of the staff if recent staff meetings are anything to go by). Taking two kids from my classroom out into the "real world" is akin to taking two bottles of nitro-glycerine for a stroll through a detonator factory - so no doubt you'll see the fireworks from far and wide when I sit them down at a table with Fonzie (although I did have to explain today who Fonzie was, so it may have all the excitement for them as it would for me meeting Buster Keaton).

What a star studded year, first Lance, then Fonzie - who next? Bob Carolgees (if anybody in North America has heard of him then you seriously need to get out more!!!). Can't say I'm too starstruck with Henry Winkler, although I'm looking forward to grilling him on the merits of Joanie (would much rather be asking him about his time trial up Alp d'Huez).

Back in the life of the non famous, Cochrane is teasing us with the seasons. All is yellow in the trees, the days are relatively sunny, but we've been scraping ice off the car windshield every morning for the past week (the cold is taking hold). The bike is still enjoying the weekends, had a nice ride out to the Ghost on Saturday - all was very serene with snow on the Devils Head and all... but evening rides after work are becoming more infrequent - nearly time to oil off the wind trainer.

The new board is in the mail (apparently), the snow is making an entrance in the west, and Cochrane is about to close down for the night.

Hope you are all well,
Feels so right it can't be wrong, Rockin' and rollin' all week long (just can't get the damn song out of my head - I'll try not to be humming it when shaking Henry's hand).

S&S.

p.s.

For those who feel they've missed out on the entertainment phenomenon that is Bob Carolgees, here's the tosser with "spit the dog" - how do these people ever become popular?