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“Parting Words from Moristotle” (07/31/2023)
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High School Days
By Jim Rix
“After being graduated from TUHS.” I know that Chapter 1 said the next chapter would begin that way, but let’s pause a bit before we proceed to pick up with the autobiography I sent to the teacher who is writing her own biography of her days in Tulare. Maybe I shouldn’t have given high school such short shrift in what I sent to her.
Early lessons
By Jim Rix
Today is my 77th birthday, a week after Moristotle’s, and only five days after that of our Tulare, California, high school classmate Donald Richert. I mention Don because Moristotle – I’m going to call him Morris from here on because he hadn’t yet become Moristotle….I mention Don because Morris has told him and me (and more than once) that he can remember first meeting us, although neither Don nor I can remember meeting Morris. Don and I, Morris says, were playing Roshambeau (or Rock Paper Scissors) on a school activity bus the summer before we three entered high school. Maybe we were playing it with too much gusto to remember, but just enough gusto to make a memorable impression on Morris? Anyway, we have remained in touch for some of the ensuing 64 years. We remember each others’ birthdays.
By Don Richert
My wife, Tati, and I decided to take a 26-day road trip to several different cities and historic areas in the Southern United States. We left our home in New York City on Sunday, December 17, 2017 and took three days to drive to Nashville, Tennessee. We visited the Parthenon in Nashville, an art museum inside a full-scale replica of the original Parthenon in Athens. Around the top of the facades of the front and back of the museum are re-creations of the statues that were there in the original Parthenon. Inside the museum, there are casts of the ancient statues, as they exist now, and explanations of how the statues were recreated.
