Happiness is an Old Friend

Drove down to my old 'hometown' (if you call it that - I moved a lot, but was in this one for high school) because a nursery down that way had the blight-resistant filbert trees I was looking for. Picked up my plants and noticed the school was letting out for the day so I popped in on one of my old teachers on a whim.

It's been over 20 years, but Mr. Fischer, you still rock! Literally! He was rehearsing 'Crocodile Rock' with other staff members, ripping on the electric guitar. Love this man to pieces, he and his lovely wife who was there as well, teaching wood-shop. Found out their daughter lives near me so I get to have them visit soon. I got hugs and "I'm so glad you've come back into our lives!" - who can beat something like that?

"The older I get the more I think kids are what life is all about," he once told me. Wonderful, incomparable people, talented teachers who influence SO many lives over the years. God bless 'em all.

(also planted 3 kiwi vines, 2 filberts and 2 figs today! Woo!)