A Revolution For All

This was an odd week. In English we are reading Twelve Anger Men and I am the foreman in the play.  I get the chance to read such lines as, no quiet down, take your seats, and there is another call for a vote.  What fun.  Now I did have one lengthy part in which I had a one sided conversation about how much it was rain, and that one time when I was coaching football, it was really muddy.  Needless to say it is not the most exciting part but I like to read it.  It was very cold this week, especially when i walked to school in the morning.  It was so cold than on Monday when I was walking to school my hair was a bit damp I ended up with frosted tips.  I think that we just skipped fall all together.  I was walking my dog in the morning and a snow flake hit me in my eye.  That is the first sign of winter.  The annual snow flake hit in the eye kicks off winter.  I even had to put a sweater on my dog in the mornings when I walked him.  The morning is the only my dog, Simon, because he has a sweater on.  I don’t really get embarrassed but a dog with a sweater that may or may not match mine is far enough for me.  I do enjoy the cold thought; I am a very winter type person.  I have thick skin I guess we will call it.  The winter time is the most beautiful time of year.  I have very fond memories of making snowmen in my front yard and having punk teenaged kids knock it down because it was mental or something.  Going sledding at the large hill at South but falling out of the sled and rolling down the hill.  Speaking of South sledding that reminds me on the only time I got I what you could call a “fight”.  I was maybe in 5^th or 6^th grade and I was sledding at South.  It was me and one of my friends, but we were not alone.  There were a bunch of neighborhood kids around.  Now there were two older kids there, I think in 7^th grade that were hogging the hill and bulling the little kids around.  So I am not going to talk that from anyone especially when they are bulling other people.  My friend and I grabbed our sleds and arm ourselves with snow balls.  We start the “war” with the snowball throw heard around the world.  Snow balls were flying at them not just from us but from the other kids that were getting bullied by them.  They finally gave up and went home.  I was for once and only once a winner.  I had started a revolution against the evil dictatorship that controlled the South hill.  If you go there today on the first snow of the season you will see a gathering of kids.  There will be one in the center giving the annual freedom speech of a boy named George that freed then from an evil ruled and made the hill safe for all.