08/10/2024
At the Mike - August 10, 2024
A Party in the Park, more Olympics and going back to school in the 1980s
As the summer winds down, once again Great Bend can look to Party in the Park as the final hurrah of the summer.
That will take place today at Vet’s Park here in town. Once again the Wet/Dry Parade will kick things off at 9:30 in the morning. There is the Anything that Floats Race, GB Police Dunk Tank, Kids Zone, and Car Show as well.
New this year will be the Midwest Elite Wrestling Demo, starting at Noon on the north side of the lake. The Cup Competition and a co****le tournament as well as vendors (including the best shaved ice around) will all be there for one final party this summer. Mud Volleyball will still take place this year, just not at the park, which, well, it is what it is.
As far as the weather goes, temps will be nice in the 70s but there is a chance for rain. Hopefully it holds off until Sunday, although rain is always good.
So get out for one final summer fling.
The Olympics
It’s been a pretty good Olympics as far as I’m concerned. Paris has done a great job of putting it on and the events themselves have been fun to watch.
How about the men’s 100m. It was crazy close. Man. Not just who won but the top eight were a total of .12 seconds apart. From 9.79 to 9.91. Think about that. The battle for the win was the elephant in the room. Some folks are still debating whether or not Noah Lyles won (he did). But when you watch it again look at where the 8th place finisher is. It is ridiculous.
Lyles is coached by former Barton coach Lance Brauman. He didn’t get the double, trying to be the first American since Carl Lewis to do it. The Covid hit between the 100m and 200m. Tough break. He was the favorite and I think had a great shot to do it.
One event that caught my eye was the wall climbing event. Wow, that was crazy. I thought I was watching Spider Man do his thing. I watch the women’s quarters, semis and finals. Up a nearly 15 foot wall in a matter of less than seven seconds. The men’s winner in less than five seconds. Ridiculous.
Then there is Snoop Dog. He has pretty much transformed himself from Gangster Rapper to America’s Grandpa during his public life. Like him or not, he is the biggest USA cheerleader at the Olympics. I have enjoyed watching him. Still not a fan of his music though.
The Olympics will come to an end this weekend. It’s been an entertaining fortnight.
And Finally
As the start of school quickly approaches and conversations about social media and use of cell phones banter about, I can’t help but think back to school in ‘my day’, as they say.
Let’s jump in the wayback machine to 1984 - 40 years ago. I am preparing to enter my senior year at Waconda East High School.
I’m definitely not enrolling online. There is no texting with friends and no scrolling through Facebook, TikTok or Snapchat.
First off, we didn’t start school until the Tuesday after Labor Day. ‘Sweet’, you might say. Until you consider the number of 2-a-day football practices leading up to that start. There was no limit on contact and non contact, nor how often you can have two practices a day. The only limit was no pads until day three. Almost every day was 6 am and 6 pm.
Let’s see what I can reconstruct from a normal day during my senior year of high school at good ol Waconda East High.
I’d climb into my 1974 Red Nova hatchback and go pick up my buddy and then head to school. Probably pull out the AC/DC Back in Black cassette tape. Maybe some Van Halen. I’d turn on the equalizer and all the fancy lights and make the 6-mile trek from Glen Elder to Cawker City.
I recall band was my first hour class (we had six hours and homeroom). If I was a bit late, it would not be uncommon for me to write a note something like this… “Please forgive Mike for being late. He had to stop and give CPR to a dying racoon. Signed, Mike’s Mom.’
Fortunately, Mr. Fitzgerald, my band teacher, had a pretty good sense of humor and didn’t count me late. From there I think I went to advanced PE class then to Government class and Mr. Clover just before lunch. I remember every Friday was Current Events Quiz day. Boys against girls.
It was a quiz he would get every week. I will never forget the time he gave the girls all the answers and we didn’t know it. They knew every question. Not that we were competitive or anything, but we were getting quite frustrated - and in awe of what they knew.
The afternoon schedule started with English IV/Journalism and Mrs. M. One of my favorite teachers. We had a school newspaper at the time. It included a word search. Did we try to hide some words in it? Maybe.
Fifth hour was a tough one - Counselor’s Aide. This took me by the teacher’s lounge which often had a cloud of smoke rolling into the hallway. The counselor was my football and basketball coach. I’d often file and bit then go watch TV in the library. In the spring Chicago Cubs home games would be on during this time. I may have watched a few of those games.
The last full hour of the day was French Class. I think that was probably the only year French was offered at Waconda East ever. I know during my time. We may or may not have convinced the French teacher to teach us a curse word or two. And we may or may not have broken our football huddle my senior year saying those words.
The day ended with homeroom. I had the Home Ec teacher. We butted heads a bit, which was odd for me because I got along with all my other teachers quite well.
That lasted about a month before she pointed her crooked finger at me and told me to go stand in the corner. I said I will just go to the principal’s office. The rest of the year I designed and painted the big steel, triangle banners for our new league that year that hung in the gym.
After football, basketball or track practice, it was back in the car, which was most likely parked by a pickup with a gun rack and guns in the back window, and headed home for supper.
Ah, yes, school in the mid 80’s. Fun stuff. Fun stuff, indeed.