re: Breaking up a fight is just not as fun at 46 as it was at 22.

Our coaches had a coat rack in their office. It’s where they hung their paddles.


The AP rolled in a wheelchair. Always packing his paddle in his chair at his hip. He would roll up to a classroom silently and observe. Then dole out whacks.

He lived across the bayou from me. We used to go fishing together. He mentored me and I could tell a shite load of good stories about him.

I was honored to be a pall bearer for him after he died of a stroke during my Senior year. RIP Mr Steve Kenney.