First Quarter/Nineteen Years pg54–55
Full color companion to my memoir The Incompetent Psychic
Lafayette was a happy good place to live, and lasted right up until my father was transferred to Calgary, Alberta in January, 1970.
At that time Calgary had a sociologically interesting, practical and probably un-PC school system. Teenagers were tested and sorted into two groups coming out of middle school. My scores sent me to the matriculation high school for kids with the aptitude an ambition to continue on to college. The other was the trade high school with every facility to train for service vocations from beautician to auto mechanic.
My year at Woodman High School was a college level education — at a good college. None of the kids in any class were whining, “Why do we have to learn that? What do we need to know that for?” Those kids were all a mile away learning how to write invoices, solder pipes and carve meat. — From Chapter 2
Now that I‘m an adult with a warm home in a colder climate I can appreciate the stark beauty of ice and snow with a painter’s eye. This image could be any frozen creek anywhere in a northern landscape. It happens to be a mile from where I live in Woodstock, New York, along a trail that leads to a tall waterfall that splashes into a cozy summer swimming hole. Sometimes I wish it would get as cold as Calgary so we could enjoy outdoor skating rinks. Ice skating on ponds and creeks was one of the few childhood benefits of sub-zero winters that close to the Canadian tundra.
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