Marion looked across the table at his wife and smiled. “I’m picking up some interesting skills, working at the library,” he said.
Marion and Julie didn’t often get to eat lunch together. Their busy schedules did not mesh well for shared meals. Breakfasts were eaten on the go, along with other morning preparations, including packing their lunches. Dinners were often separate because one of them had an evening meeting or the other had to drive the children to a dance class or a soccer game. Only on Saturdays and Sundays did they get to eat together, and Sundays the children were usually there as well. That made Saturday lunches special.
“Special skills?” Julie asked him.
Marion nodded. “So many people come in trying to research their family trees, I feel that I’m becoming a professional genealogist. They always ask for help, although some of them know more about family research than I do. In fact, a few of them have taught me a trick or two. It’s gotten to the point that I’m tracking down people in my spare time—living or dead, it doesn’t matter: I can find them.
“Yesterday, for example, I remembered a woman I knew back when I was in graduate school. I got to wondering how she is today. So I did some research. I found out that she got married about five years after our wedding. On the application for the wedding license, her husband wrote that he was a professional musician.”
Julie grinned at the phrase but said nothing. Marion went on, “So, I looked him up, and you’ll never guess what he plays—kettledrums! He’s with a symphony orchestra.”
“Here I pictured him in blue jeans and playing guitar in some rock band.”
“No, he wears a suit and a bow tie. He also teaches music at a college.
“The two of them have a son who’s in high school. He even made the national news. It seems that one day he stood up in the cafeteria and sang the national anthem. The school administrators gave him a detention for it.”
“That doesn’t seem fair.”
“No—a lot of people don’t think so. That’s why it made the national news. He wasn’t being disrespectful to the anthem, he sang it properly, as a show of patriotism.”
“The schools are getting so liberal these days. People support a football player for kneeling during the anthem, and then they punish a kid for singing it the right way.”
“It turns out that the next day, dozens of students got up during lunch and sang the anthem. They wanted to support him. But the school didn’t care. They started putting extra teachers on lunchroom duty to make sure it didn’t happen again.”
Julie shook her head. But instead of saying more about the high school student, she asked a different question. “Now, should I be nervous that you’re looking up old flames when you’re at work?”
“Old flames?” he queried.
“Someone upon whom you once had a big crush.”
Marion looked across the table at his wife and smiled. He decided not to mention the high school yearbook photographs he had also discovered online.
(There really have been cases of high school students being punished for singing the national anthem in the high school cafeteria. But the rest of this story is fiction. J.)
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There’s a lovely video clip out of Opelika, Alabama— it seems the freedom of religion folks up there in Wisconsin put the kibosh on saying a prayer before the game and so the school board and administration said that they will only hold a pregame moment of silence— so at the recent game following the brouhaha, when asked to observe a moment of silence, the student body stood and recited the Lord’s Prayer— no word yet on any fallout
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Good for them! J.