Friday, 4 September 2009

Escape


Found this old pic - reminded me of a very strange day.

Dave "French" Goldstein was in rare form. He'd had enough of teaching and he unloaded on me out by the bus stop.

French jumped right in and said all the things that had been weighing him down:

- girlfriend problems
- wife problems
- hated teaching (said so everyday)
- hip killed him in this weather
- hip "just hurt" any other day
- "drinking too much" - direct quote
- hated being called "French"

That wasn't the worst of it - today he was being called on the carpet. A student had told him to "bite the big one". French lost it. He responded in an improper fashion let's say (Who was swearing at whom? I say).

We looked over to the right as several Hot Air Balloons landed in our field. French walked slow and steady towards them. He talked with one of the pilots for a spell - and then just climbed aboard. They hit the flame and took off over the school.

I haven't seen French in years.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

This is a good one Olie - LOL. Keep 'em coming. And raise one, to good ol' "French."

HP

Brother Ollie said...

French was one of the good ones.

hedgewitch said...

Every cowboy knows there comes a time to ride into the sunset. This must be the modern version...wonderful story.

signed...bkm said...

reminds me of the movie Second Lions...good for French....bkm

The Friday Forgotten said...

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I must say I was captured by this tale. Prior to the end of the story just as he was lifting off in the hot air baloon I pictured him jumping to escape it all. I like your ending much better. I hope he is in the tropics somewhere with a 3rd girlfriend and divorced from his wife.