Okay Buna.....Okay

 Let me remind everyone that this blog is an opinion piece. 

In the longstanding tradition of newspapers, these( opinions) would be inside the paper newspapers. They would be with the political cartoons. I know many of you do not remember those days. 

I am not a reporter. 

I am certainly not an investigative reporter. 

Yes, I may break news about stories of interest, but this is not the main goal of this publication.  

I am a one man staff. 

I have no team. ( I used to joke and say I had an editorial staff that included an old woman wearing a 1940s hats, who had been drinking gin & tonics all day.....The old Baltimore Sun had one of those when Jack Germond was writing for the Sun...)

I have no financial backing. 

Here is my profit from the last 10 years. 

$0.00

Yesterday, I had 40+ people contact me. I say 40+ because I stopped counting at 40. Most leaving a phone number wanting me to call them. 

I had 2 people call my personal cellular device after 11PM. last evening.  

I am old school Southern concerning the phone. 

A phone call past 9PM means two things. 

1. Someone is in the hospital/some form of emergency. 

2. A death. 

I had huge reads on the blog yesterday, and they are still adding to the number this morning. 

I appreciate every one of them. 

But so few people comment or even like well, I wonder if it is worth it.  

However, I was literally was overloaded yesterday. 

I had a couple of people contact me yesterday to gripe about Buna sports teams.  I really do not care or give a good flip about youth sports. I see them as part of a modern " Bread and Circuses." Then again, in high school, those " Fightin' Vidor Pirates" football went 0-40  when I was there. And I was at every dadgum ballgame.....Those "Peckin' Lamar Cardinals" were no better when I was there. They were peckers alright. They won 2 games each of my 4 years I played in the marching band. 

I already take " Happy Pills" and after yesterday, I may need even more. I had a bout of depression thinking about Buna ISD last evening. Believe it or not, I actually love the place. I love the people of Buna. I seriously do. It's why I write the blog. I know some of you do not not understand this, but the school is not the same for everyone. For more than you know, for their children, it is a place of horror. Seriously....

As I have said, I was rough on you your senior year, and most of you understand why I did what I did. 

I wanted Buna kids to be the best. 

I could have slopped around and gave you xeroxed papers every day. Made the class simple. Gave everyone As and Bs. But doing what I did, well, it was rough on me. I remember taking your essay exams with me on the deer stand and one year, got deer blood on them. I told you a pen exploded that I was using for grading...Some of you knew better. 

The ole Govteach is going to step-back and take a little time away from the blog. See how the " story at hand" takes shape. 

We love you, but I need time to love myself.  

I am going to talk to many of you later, but right now. I need some "mental health" time. The Govteach is worn down concerning Buna. It is like I am fighting that "Lost Cause." And unlike most of you have been fighting years and years.   I want to call and talk to my nephew in Ft. Stockton this afternoon. ( Like we will talk about something better, Israel and the Middle East will be on the topic. )

Yesterday just pushed me to the limit. I am not going away, just giving my brain a break.