Good-Bye Dave
On Monday, I received an email informing me that a good friend of mine Dave, an older man, had passed away. I knew he had been sick. He had cancer and it was a six-year battle. We had last had breakfast together about three years ago, with plans to reconvene. Not sure why we didn't. Occasionally, he would comment about a post I had put up on Facebook. I deferred on breakfast rather than find a way to make a way to make it happen. I regret it. I had first met Dave when he was the Tech Guy at the Ephrata School District. I worked a year in Ephrata Middle School and High School. Really, the worst year of my life. I had never met so many negative people as who were on the staff of the middle school. Most of the teachers seemed like they hated kids, or resented them. Or were annoyed by them at the least. I was flabbergasted. I was discouraged. I found out, after I was hired that the Principal and the Teachers were at war (the kids were collateral damage). He was not a particular