As my wife and I were leaving the gymnasium at Hickory, longtime friends Rick Roskos and his wife Monique were walking behind us. Their son Tom, a former Sharpsville High standout and area golf professional, is an assistant coach for Hickory. Monique reflected on our days at Farrell as ardent fans who packed the stage with others, watching the Steelers during their great runs every year that we were in high school. “It’s something watching Nicky’s son It’s like watching Nicky over again ... even a little pigeon-toed.”
Of course, Anthony’s mom, Chris, might be saying, “Just wait a minute. He’s got my eyes, too.” The eyes most times do tell it all. Like Apollo Creed urges Rocky Balboa, “C’mon Rock, eye of the tiger, man.”
The angst of school closings
School superintendents these days are mostly proactive, rather than reactive as they were when I was in school. Technology affords them to cancel or delay classes well ahead of the bad weather, rather than reacting to it on the day that it happens.
I chuckled when school officials canceled school at the last minute last Wednesday morning because of icy conditions. Some parents and school staff members, spoiled by more advanced notice, were miffed. I paused for a minute and thought, what’s the big deal? Back in the 1960s, it was always like this. Most times we were dressed and ready for school before hearing on WFAR that it was canceled for the day.
Was there any better feeling than to hear that school was canceled on a day when a big biology or math test was scheduled or when a big project was due?
Jim Raykie is the editor of The Herald and his column appears on Mondays.