Sunday, November 19, 2017

Malta and Denver and a little bit of Egyptain Halloween

From the middle of October until the beginning of November, I was pretty much living on an airplane. After taking my students to Rome, I returned back to Alex to squeeze in a day of work. 24-hours later Ana and I caught the red-eye to Malta and later involved a force landing in Istanbul. As my friend Ted said, " long delay is better than a short flight" if you know what I mean.  
Malta was a last minute trip. We told our school we wouldn't be returning next year and two-weeks later we had a couple of job for organization that operates a school a Tbilisi, Georgia and one in Malta. In a unusual twist of fate, both interviews took place in Malta. They went really well and we felt excited by the possibilities of moving to either Malta or Georgia. When we returned back to Alex in a zombie state I met with our director to debrief-basically he asked how the interviews went. He reminded us of what we would be walking away from and that the school really wanted us to stay to help transition the new head of school and teachers next year. We wrestled with the decision for several days and eventually signed on the dotted line for another more year.

A couple of days later I'm back in a car heading to Cairo to catch an early morning flight to Denver. I was invited to talk about punk rock at DU in addition to putting together and hosting a panel discussion on the 80-90s Denver punks scene. Sonny Kay and I are currently working on a follow up to Denvoid and the Cowtown Punks titled: Denvoid 2, The Colorado Krew: Tales From the Colorado Punk Scene 1988-96.    

Denver boasts 300 plus days of sunshine per year-I arrived to 5 days of snow, cold, and gloom with the exception of one blissful afternoon. Glad to see Denver's erratic weather pattern is still punishing the unexpected. I never have enough days to see family and friends, call people, eat at my favorite places, watch the Donkeys know how that goes.

I made it back in time to help the seniors get their haunted house ready for the fall festival. 


Gozo is Malta's sister island. Way more interesting than what we saw on the main island.
Gozo 4eva
Ferry to Gozo

Welcome to Gozo
Gozo is for lovers.
Roll down the hills of Gozo
Near our apt. in Sliema
Gozo the sunshine island
Gozo 4life
Not Gozo,but Sliema
Sliema beach
On the way to Fungus Rock in Gozo
Gozo's gotcha.

The poster

The panel
 Great nieces getting ready for school.
City Park and sun!
More of the same
Walking by a church.
Goodbye America. American Airlines in Chicago went all out for Halloween-workers were dressed in costume and bowls of amazing candy on each counter-couldn't have asked for a better way to be re-routed and for a cheap sugar high on red liquorice and tootsie rolls.
Teachers on the loose.
Best hat award.
So the deal is the Seniors run the Haunted House and the Juniors are the last group to go through it, except it becomes this awful hazing event with eggs, flour, pizza sauce...really gross stuff. But the joke is on the seniors who have to stay and clean it all up. Hope this will be the last year of this lame and thoughtless tradition. Maybe someone comes up with a smart and clever solution.
Juniors with sauce, eggs, and flour.
Good clean fun.
Getting the haunted house ready.
Snoopy and Woodstock
A cool homemade costume.
The creepy red room in the haunted house.
Nothing wrong with a Halloween Dance on Nov. 9th.

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