Neanderpundit

We have a routine, the dog and i.

I hook the dog to his chain in the morning, and go back inside.

He barks to be let back in, and in barking, realises it’s time for his morning constitutional. I wait until he’s done, then bring him back in so I can cop a squat myself.

Simple as this routine is, it’s good to get back to it.

Last time I saw him, he looked like he was.

Anyway, he’s back, he’s mad as hell, and he’s not gonna take it anymore.

Well, maybe not so much. But he’s still playing, and he’s got Willie playing with him. While I’m not a HUGE fan, he has had an impact on music through the years, and a distinctive voice, lord knows.

And while you’re at it go watch some of the willie videos- like I mentioned here.

I’m not sure what the causality of it is, but in my life I have had three teachers who were former drill instructors- two Marines, one Army.

One of the DI teachers I had was D L Clark. He was a fit and sturdy Marine, who rode his single speed Schwinn back and forth to school winter and summer. Only a couple miles, but still.

Clark was the “weeder”. If you could get through intro to Calculus with Clarke, you could most likely survive other math courses. The classroom was an auditorium, containing 512 students on the very first day, and moved to a 60 seat classroom by midterm. It was a tough course- in 1979, it damned near killed me.

Clark knew the way to maintain control of a crowd was to take on the biggest and strongest and win conclusively. Apparently he only needed a chance, and he got it, less than a week in.

We had had a rash of difficult moments, as he shouted down folks who were talking or disrupting class, but on one day, as he filled the 40 foot long blackboard with chalk, one of the members of one sporting team or another walked noisily from the back of the auditorium to the bottom, walked in front of the class, and went to sharpen a pencil.

To his credit, I think he really did need to sharpen his pencil.

Clark waited for him to finish, and walked up to him, picked him up, and carefully ejected him from the class.

He clapped the chalk off his hands, looked at the class, and said ‘If we are through with interruptions I will now proceed’.

Clark had shoulders about twice as wide as his waist, and when I see Big Dick, he reminds me of D L Clark.