Donald Williams Williams

Congratulations on completing another s[lendid lap around the sun! (And i don't even remember that you were on the track team.) Been great to see you on my Facebook posts. Go Lancers!

Fifty-plus years later I am still playing (clarinet and bass clarinet). 

We could have marched the HS bands I see today into the ground.  When did covering down and guiding right go out of style?

I had an idea how lucky we were to have Mr. Kempe back in the late 1960s, but I have a much greater idea of it today.  I so wish I could have let him know before he passed.

BAND!  TenhHUT! TenHUT! 

TenHUt!  One, two, STOMP! 

As I begin the second half of the semester with the students *not* returning to Toccoa Falls College today and my attempts to teach them through unfamiliar media beginning, my thoughts naturally turn to Shakespeare:

"Oh brave new world, that has no people in it!" (Sorry, Miranda, had to adjust your exclamation a wee bit to fit the times.)

"Our revels now are ended. These our students
Were, as I foretold you, all spirits,
And are vanished into air, into thin air.
And like the baseless fabric of this vision
The ivory-covered towers, the confining dormitories,
The solemn chapels, yea, the great campus itself
And all that it inherit shall dissolve,
And like this insubstantial pageant faded
Leave not a wrack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep."

(Not necessarily predicting the end of the on-campus residential academic world--May God grant it be back in the fall--but as this is my last semester before retirement, that is what it feels like!)

And as for my actual physical classroom:

"This fell sergeant virus is strict in his arrest . . . The rest is silence."

Posted on: Jan 23, 2020 at 10:56 AM

The David Cochran I knew was class of 69. Are you the same, with a typo in the year, or someone different?