On the QT

Friday, November 03, 2006

I DON'T KNOW WHO TO BLAME
For my height or lack of it thereof as they might say at Neubauer and Overstreet. I guess both sides of the family. It seems that all males through my generation stopped growing at 5'8''.

Fortunately, the next generations of males grew to be 6' and 6'2. I hope it's not one of those skip a generation thing and Grant and Nathan will revert back to shortness.

Platform shoes in the early 70's were a blesssing to me. Of course, it put the already tall even taller, but many didn't embrace the style and discomfort, so I had an advantage.

In those days at MTV High, I would arrive early to begin my day in the Teachers' Lounge with several other good buddies. Jim Blair perhaps best described it in a poem he wrote for JAVA magazine,"Sophists sit in smoke and cackle at a six month joke." We had a lot of jokes back then, too.

Two of the cacklers, who happened to be two of the nicest people I've ever known, were Dick Walton and Noble Thomas. Mr. Thomas didn't join us often, but he was always up for a good joke. The collaboraters decided to make me a pair of purple platform shoes that were probably six inches high. And since I would be so much taller, I would need a taller desk. No problem. A few jacks elevated the desk another twelve inches or so.

I went to my first hour class and saw the desk was all ready for me. Mr. Thomas entered my room with the new shoes. I was told to put them on right there. And you did not want to refuse Mr. Thomas, perhaps the strongest man I ever knew. Then I was told to sit at my desk, which I could barely see over. And yes, Mr. Walton was there, too.

My class loved it. I was embarrassed. Even my department head came over from next door to see what the commotion was about.

The next day, things were back to normal. I kept those purple shoes for years. Just in case Coach Thomas needed me to put them on again.

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