... the dog woofs discontentedly

Not the best of starts on this enterprise. Two posts in six days. Monumental feat? The question of course has come up, why the hell is this Czar Parker? Thinking quite highly of yourself aren't you? Well, yes and no. As I have mentioned, I teach high school English - every other year I teach sophomores. One of the books I teach is Orwell's Animal Farm. In preparing the students, I usually spend a week or so going over the historical context of the book. The class researches and learns about the Czars (Nicholas II in particular) and the Bolshevik Revolution - the name of which always gets a good response from the crowd. A couple of years ago, as I was explaining some of the basics, I gave the example of, "say I was the czar and you guys were going to take over the classroom, who's support would you need?" Thus, Czar Parker was born. Inextricably, the name has stuck through the intervening years and has become a permanent fixture. I kind of like it.

Day 1 - out of the nuthouse and into the asylum

This is my first attempt at a "blog." Nice word that -it sounds as though my five year old is turning up his nose at the potato salad that I put in front of him at dinner tonight. Which in fact, he did. That dovetails nicely with my daughter, who loudly announced that she had successfully downed four pieces of watermelon. How do you not like watermelon?
Enough of that though. It would seem a bit ingenuous of me to feel that I have an incredible amount to offer in the digital medium here... I suppose that I am a little more than literate, but the point being, this is for fun. Observations, grumblings, the occasional witty aside. If nothing else, this should prove to be an interesting foray. If nobody reads this, that's fine with me. Less embarrassment and fewer questions. As for the nuthouse? I suppose that would be daily life. The asylum? That's run by the inmates of the nuthouse, of course.