Archive for September, 2008

Bus station

Bus station

Originally uploaded by Kibbles

One of the things I love about Dubuque is the old limestone in contrast with brick or other materials. They don’t tear down and rebuild, they add to.

This is an alley next to the Keyline bus terminal. My little boy likes to go visit and see the busses ‘sleeping’. You can see some pictures at Flickr if you click on this one.

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Sojourners Magazine, September/October 2008.

Most recent issue of Sojourners has two interviews with two men, about poverty.  Edwards and Huckabee.  Interesting to see two sides of the political fence discuss the same issue.

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My son came home waving a piece of paper, on school (not district) letterhead.  This was from the school counsellor, who explained everything clearly, and in detail.  This was very reassuring, and it was given so we could talk to our children, it encouraged us to do so honestly and openly.

Furthermore, he left the door open for more questions.  I like this man and his approach.  Now that I learned that the incident was ten minutes long, something the newspaper did not mention, I feel more comfortable with the fact that they did not call.

I still believe my son is in EXCELLENT hands and will be sad when he gradutes from that wonderful and nurturing environment.

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TH – Local News Article.

One of those is my son’s school. Don’t you think they should call the parents and let us know, give us a head’s up? If only to deal with the possible emotional ramifications of it all?

I mean, I dealt with having my daughter in school on 9/11, in Brooklyn. And she wasn’t near it, so of course that helped a little bit.  But this (the Dubuque incident) was right there, and they had good reason to be concerned.  But now parents have to help their kids process it.

If they told the kids, they may be rattled. If the kids see it in the paper and they were NOT told, they’ll feel betrayed by the adults who take care of them in school. Either way, parents and guardians have to deal with this.

I hope they at least have a note going home with them, in case some parents didn’t get the news by time they see their children.

I love that school and wouldn’t change, but I would have liked to be in the loop.

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Just For the Record. A comparison of facts/numbers regarding the economy, based on party.

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That whole thing a while back about the dog barking in their car for a while?

Neighbor said that ANOTHER neighbor had a dog chained in the back, was barking, and the police took the dog. So it wasn’t a police dog (which I guess made sense, I didn’t think police dogs worked at night in patrol cars) but a dog they picked up, supposedly.

Why animal control didn’t pick up the dog I don’t know. Maybe they don’t work overnight in this small city?

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They changed the pick up point for my youngest; he now gets picked up in front of the house, not across the street.  So today I got to see him as the bus pulled away.  He looked at me briefly as they buckled him in, and then looked straight ahead. The thing about a non verbal kid is it is harder to know what they are thinking — as if people weren’t vague enough about their thoughts.  I wondered what he thinks about school. I know he seems to enjoy going.  Does he have any idea at all what the purpose is?  I’m really not sure, and leaning towards “no”. Every year the local newspaper, the Telegraph Herald asks the incoming kindergarten students what they want to be when they grow up.  There are all sorts of answers. Ballerinas and cowboys and doctors and singers and dancers and mechanics and truck drivers and babysitters andteachers and astronauts and anything a little kid can imagine. I wonder what my son would answer, if he could.  I know what I would want him to answer.  Independent. And that is what life is like with a kid like mine. Your dreams change. Your expectations are in a sense lowered. (But raised because you are aware of how hard each task is.)  When nothing but the finest schools and a doctorate in their chosen profession is just about shot down in flames when the prognosis is “I don’t know” for so many issues.  It’s not so bad, really.  Still, days like today, independence seems like such a great dream, but the thought that even independence may not be possible? That’s what can really hurt. By the way, his bus isn’t short, but it is chock full of kids who may face the same future as my son. Some more independent than others.  Think about that the next time you make a ‘short bus’ joke. About the parents that put their kids on that bus, and take them off the bus, if you don’t have the decency to think about the children because you think of them as less than human.  Think about me.

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