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The answer isn't in this video, but watching it does make me want to go back and try for my Eagle...

(with a tip of the hat to Eagle Scout Dylan, who brought this to our attention)

The Perfessor

Yeah, yeah, after years of listening to music it is a tough thing to say, but you know, now that my son, Dylan, is attending Syracuse University, we sort of have to go that way these days.

We got to see the campus and purchase a metric tonne of Syracuse Spirit-wear (most of which went to Kayla, our parents, and other relatives). I’ll be posting some pics as soon as I can gain access to the camera and download them. In the mean time, here are a couple of buttons that Shelly & I wore all weekend long to identify us as Syracuse parents (and to embarrass Dylan).

While we here at CuppaCafe certainly want everyone to read our blog, I do want you to take a spare moment to click over to another blogger and check out what he has to say. This is my son (the Eagle Scout), Dylan, who is off at Syracuse University, and this blog is (apparently), a class project that he doing.

I’m not entirely sure what is going on with what he is posting, except to say that it is about they type of music that he listens to, and prefers. Not to be my father (who still thinks of the Beatles as “Hippy music”), I’m OK with what my kids listen to, I’m just not sure that I can listen to it long (or in the case of Dylan’s listening to), at all.

Having said all of that, I present to you Radio 19.5. So, go, check it out, leave comments, and oh yeah, you can apparently even follow the boy on Twitter.

The Perfessor

Day 2 without Dylan

I haven’t posted in a couple of days, and I’m feeling a bit off right now (Yeah, yeah, I know that some of you Walt are going to say that I have always been “a little bit off”), but that’s because over the weekend I drove up to Syracuse to drop my eldest off to attend college there.

Yeah, yeah, I know that I should be happy that he got into such a prestigious school and all, but I’m really having a difficult time adjusting to this new phase in all of our lives (and, of course, the fact the he will probably never live with me again).

Not entirely sure that I was ready for this. Truth to tell, I’m taking this harder than either my wife or our daughter (who spent the weekend cleaning up her own room, and measuring his to see if her stuff would fit in it). Sweet kid, eh?

Anyway. I’m feeling a little melancholy and, well, hopefully I’ll feel better as the week wears on.

The Perfessor

Back in High School, I ran Cross Country, was pretty good at it too, plus it was a sport that I really enjoyed. I got involved in the team because my older brother was on the team before ma, and well, time was that my brother diod stuff, and I simply followed.

Well, as you can imagine, High School was a long time ago. Still, I have, off and on over the years (mostly off), continued to run. For the past four or five years my brother, Ron, has invited me to join him in a 5K road race in New Haven on Labor day. Needless to say, he usually invites me the week of Labor day, and I usually beg off, because I'm a) not in shape to run, and b) usually have something else planned on Labor Day.

This year, he invited me again, but this time, he did so a week or so back. The other day, I told my son that I was planning on running, and he laughed at me. He felt that I simply would not be able to run the 5K (3.1 miles), and bet me that I wouldn't be able to do it (non-stop). Well, today, I ran 4.6 miles before I stopped. I then walked for about a half mile,and then finished my run by going another half mile.

I have a ways to go before I’m up for RACING that far, but I think that today was a good start.

Oh yeah, after the run, the wife and I cut the grass, so right about now both ankles, both knees, and my back are killing me, and I need a nap, and a good shot of Uncle Jack, er pain killer.

The Perfessor

I don’t know about where you live, but apparently around here there is something of a tradition of a Sr. Prank that is pulled off by the graduating seniors of local high schools. For whatever reason these graduating 17 & 18-year-olds feel it necessary to “prank” the school where they spent the past four years. For whatever reason, they also feel that this “prank” should be destructive of school property.

Over the past few years, graduating seniors have done things like spray paint graffiti on the school, glue doors shut, break things, do hole-shots on the football fields. You know, good ol' frat-boy-in-waiting stuff. Only thing is, that the administrators of the schools never find it as amusing as do the kids, and well, the kids are always caught, suspended, expelled, arrested, and the like.

Not certain why the following classes never quite figure out that the “prank” is never as funny to adults as it is to the kids, and never understand that any destructive behavior on their part will result ion some sort of serious retribution against them, but they never do (apparently education in this country truly sux.).

Anyway, I bring this all up as my son attends a brand new school, that is just two years old. As I mentioned, he is also a senior, and well, his class decided to pull a senior prank as well. Only they were (apparently) way smarter than most of the other graduating seniors. These kids wrapped the pillars that were out in front of the school in Saran Wrap and spray painted the Saran Wrap. However, prior to painting the Wrap, they tested it off site, then when they were spraying the Wrap, they put a piece of wood under it, so if the paint dripped, it would wind up on the wood, not the sidewalk.

Then they also wrapped up a couple of cars in the lot.

So you had not only a true prank, but one that left behind no permanent footprint.

Ya just gotta love these kids.

The Perfessor

P.S. Oh yeah, just for the record, I have no idea who those kids are in the pictures. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.

So, I know that this site is all about pop culture, and us poking fun at the absurdities of the world at large, but I just couldn’t pass talking about my son Dylan who just graduated high school this week.

Yeah, yeah, we all have kids and they all do cool stuff, but mine as voted to give the commencement speech to his class, which he chose to give in rhyme. Needless to say, the local paper wrote that up in their coverage of the event. (Technically, both local papers wrote about his speach, but the other paper requires a paid subscription to view pages.)

I am very proud of my son, and am missing him already as he prepares to head to Syracuse University in the Fall.