It was… maybe 48 years ago – 1972…

Cover, Recollections and Letters, 1st Edition, 1903
We had been married for about two years, and I was a sales representative at a Volkswagen dealership in Evanston, Illinois. The owners name was Herman Eberhardt. Older buildings, and the dealership was split, with the body and paint shop on the (appropriately) South side of the lot – and that is where the treasure was to be found…
I have told my story many times in the past, but will share the basis of it once more, so that you will understand the (personal) significance of my discovery.
It was 1958 and that year I attended the Crestwood Elementary School in Northbrook, Illinois. It was this one fortuitous year that I would receive the greatest gift of my ‘formal’ education – a year to remember for many reasons – chiefly among them was my teacher – Donald Adair. Continue reading

Tonight I learned a valuable lesson of what I have long suspected about the failure of education in this nation, both within the Government system – and at home.
Few remember the 1968 Broadway play, ‘HAIR‘. A live performance originally performed at the Biltmore Theater, 261-5 West 47th St. in New York City. I did not see it in New York, but while on R&R in Tokyo in ’69 (from ‘nam) I stayed at a hotel that was also hosting the Chicago cast for performances in that city. Only one performance was held, due to the nudity on stage. The cast and play were subsequently banned from further performances due to pornography laws. I was privileged to spend several evenings in the bar and restaurant with that cast and made some interesting friends, many of who I would meet up with again when I was released from the Army after my 21 months “in country.”
When the Metropolis Café project was launched in February 2017, my goals were numerous – and remain so, but… too few of the readers (or should I say ‘visitors’?) get it – but then this is the disease of our modern society.
My granddaughter and I have coffee with a good number of Arizona teacher’s nearly each morning. Also, being married to a teacher, I understand what they are going through – economically and otherwise.