Holy Redeemer

For 4 years I walked 6 blocks  past the homeless and the hungry, over broken bottles and used needles, in my pressed Catholic School uniform to school. One day, somehow, coming home with a used syringe in my pocket. Occasionally a friend and I would ride in the back of his mom’s pickup truck avoiding such situations.

Thoughts of those days are filled will memories of paddles, rulers and thick pencils being hurled my way by the teachers, principles and Brothers of the Church. Today I found out that my elementary school “Holy Redeemer” has closed it doors. Interesting timing, as my wife and I discuss where to send our son for 1st grade in another year.

This news still saddens me. It’s apart of my history, gone. But hey, they can’t beat any more kids though!