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"He who rejects change is the architect of decay. The only human institution which rejects progress is the cemetery." - Harold Wilson Please understand, my faithful readers, that Blockhead does not wish to encourage complacency with the verbiage I used in my last blog. However, if you find yourself “standing on the river bank of the If Only River” as Max Lucado depicts in his book, then it might be time to leave the rat race of materialism and become a pioneer roaming the wide plains of Already. It is to be understood that I do not approve of spending your entire life suppressing your passion and serving a time clock. It saddens me to think back to a particular scene at the beginning of the movie October Sky , where we observe coal miners for the ‘hoot-owl’ shift making their way into the abyss by access of the wooden elevator. The camera captures an elderly miner listening to his hand-held radio reporting Sputnik’s visibility in the next 24 hours over the United St

Yesterday, Blockhead had the privilege of unwrapping an early birthday present: the t-shirt seen below... I proudly wore the shirt all day. Mr. Hopgood was a great man that I had the privilege to have short conversations with here and there throughout my childhood. His daughter, Pamela, and I went to school together from elementary through high school. Of all the good memories I could share about this man, I will share only one today for the "blogging-sphere" to read about... Mr. Hopgood and his sweet wife were attending a Navarro College softball game that I was in attendance for, and both were sitting in lawn chairs right behind home plate behind the fence. What I distinctly remember about Mr. Hopgood is this: his etiquette and true sportsmanship as a fan watching the game. Pamela was pitching, and my other high school/Navarro friend Haley (who was always VERY athletic) went to bat a few times that day. Not only would I hear Mr. Hopgood cheering Pamela, H

Strength Training in Contentment Hello, world! Hope all of you are enjoying your holidays thus far and are staying warm! As Blockhead attempts to bring his message of 'thanks' this year, just be assured that I do not intend to bring the usual 'turkey story' or my experiences with Thanksgiving, Christmas, etc. in this blog. Nor am I a Cross-Fit enthusiast or fitness 'buff' who plans to bring you any desired "strength training" that is the norm in writings like the title might imply. Instead, I would like to take you down Memory Lane and discuss the anxiety that sank its fangs into me for so many years over a children's book that I had lost somewhere in between our temporary house on Myrtle and settling into the house that I grew up in on Maree Drive. This book was the 1985 illustrated masterpiece called, "The Power of the Evil Horde: Featuring He-Man and Skeletor!" I LOVED this book. The artwork for the Masters of the Universe is

Decided I had better blog about this as soon as possible before someone out there snatches it up! Yeah, I know. It's been awhile since Blockhead wrote a blog. Perhaps, not all of you have left me high and dry. This tired teacher will attempt to write more in the future. This evening, I was having a conversation with a friend I network with on occasion and share topics with back and forth in the podcasting world, and... Well, he inspired me. So here goes nothing... I plan on writing my first book, allowing the reader to draw back the curtain on my personal experiences in teaching and life, simultaneously assisting you and anyone who gets their hands on the book with lessons that can help you avoid the same heartache or possibly polish your own story with. Either way, my hope is that it all can be beneficial to you. I will gladly teach you some essential "in"s and "out"s if you are wanting to do any of the following: join the Navy or any branch of