“If you take yourself too seriously, no one else will.”
It was late February 1983, and the three o’clock bell rung. “School’s out,” I said half aloud. “Off with my teacher’s hat and on with my sports agent’s hat.” Unlike some of the teachers who required a change of wardrobe to go off to their second job, I wore the same attire. The guys did everything from house painting to carpentry to make a few needed extra dollars. One teacher was an auto mechanic, another was a security guard, and so on. Some of the women sold Mary Kay and Amway products after school. While some of the teachers dressed casually, I wore a suit or sports jacket, and always with a tie. On this particular day, I was wearing ...