Friday, October 21, 2005
Hey Mr. Postman / Hardy-ville
Hello my blog nation.
As we speak Monday is in doubt. Our county may cancel school dependent upon Wilma’s track.
Greg – I’m heading off to the Cheese Cake Factory with a group from church tomorrow to eat my sorrows. And no, I will not be sharing my (as Joshua used to say) “sheese-cake.”
Barb called me at the end of my last period class yesterday quite irate. Seems the Postman had delivered a “copy” of Steven’s report card. When she opened the report card it contained not one, but two “D’s!” As she was talking to me on the phone she was contemplating the various restrictions/ bodily damage that would be done to Steven for this poor report. However, in mid-sentence she stopped and sighed a huge breath of relief. She noticed that the report card was for an 11th grader (Steven is a sophomore) who’s first name was Travis! That’s right child abuse fans; the High School mailed the wrong report card to us. We later found out that Steven came through with four “A’s” and two “B’s.”
More irony, the other “Walker” is also on (at least for the moment) the baseball team. With that in mine we suppressed our “April 1st” (see Greg for details) urges and decided not to play a cruel joke on Steven. Besides the fact that it wouldn’t be very professional of two school teachers having a laugh at the expense of their own child, it would also mean exposing private information. I took the report card back to the high school without any fanfare in front of Steven.
Now for “Hardy-ville.” Steven had his 2nd pitching lesson last night. It was neat by the way, to find out that his pitching coach is also a Christian who had just come back from a mission trip to India. Any way, Mr. Hardy is the owner of what Steve and Randy would call a “Baseball Paradise.” Mr. Hardy is a widower in his 60’s. He bought the 3 houses next to his so he could build a baseball training facility. His “complex” houses a lighted pitching mound, a lighted long-toss field, and a lighted batting cage. He showed me his “computerized” pitching machine last night. That’s right; you can program any kind of sequence that would include settings for curveballs, sliders, and fastballs for both right and left-handed batters. He even has a remote control that you can use if you don’t feel like standing in the cage behind the machine. “Hardy-ville is a good place.
Mr. Hardy has a grandson that he built all of this for but he also allows anyone involved with Cocoa Little League to use his “paradise” as well. I’ll take some pictures next week so you can see “Hardy-ville.”
Got to go. Keep us in your prayers as we anticipate a visit from Wilma.
As we speak Monday is in doubt. Our county may cancel school dependent upon Wilma’s track.
Greg – I’m heading off to the Cheese Cake Factory with a group from church tomorrow to eat my sorrows. And no, I will not be sharing my (as Joshua used to say) “sheese-cake.”
Barb called me at the end of my last period class yesterday quite irate. Seems the Postman had delivered a “copy” of Steven’s report card. When she opened the report card it contained not one, but two “D’s!” As she was talking to me on the phone she was contemplating the various restrictions/ bodily damage that would be done to Steven for this poor report. However, in mid-sentence she stopped and sighed a huge breath of relief. She noticed that the report card was for an 11th grader (Steven is a sophomore) who’s first name was Travis! That’s right child abuse fans; the High School mailed the wrong report card to us. We later found out that Steven came through with four “A’s” and two “B’s.”
More irony, the other “Walker” is also on (at least for the moment) the baseball team. With that in mine we suppressed our “April 1st” (see Greg for details) urges and decided not to play a cruel joke on Steven. Besides the fact that it wouldn’t be very professional of two school teachers having a laugh at the expense of their own child, it would also mean exposing private information. I took the report card back to the high school without any fanfare in front of Steven.
Now for “Hardy-ville.” Steven had his 2nd pitching lesson last night. It was neat by the way, to find out that his pitching coach is also a Christian who had just come back from a mission trip to India. Any way, Mr. Hardy is the owner of what Steve and Randy would call a “Baseball Paradise.” Mr. Hardy is a widower in his 60’s. He bought the 3 houses next to his so he could build a baseball training facility. His “complex” houses a lighted pitching mound, a lighted long-toss field, and a lighted batting cage. He showed me his “computerized” pitching machine last night. That’s right; you can program any kind of sequence that would include settings for curveballs, sliders, and fastballs for both right and left-handed batters. He even has a remote control that you can use if you don’t feel like standing in the cage behind the machine. “Hardy-ville is a good place.
Mr. Hardy has a grandson that he built all of this for but he also allows anyone involved with Cocoa Little League to use his “paradise” as well. I’ll take some pictures next week so you can see “Hardy-ville.”
Got to go. Keep us in your prayers as we anticipate a visit from Wilma.
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