School Story:
1. Sophomore year of high school, PhyEd class, outside, spring, an office runner comes out and tells Mr. Preston that Mr. O'Day (sp?) wants to see Dave Timmons in his office. Mr. Preston tells me to go shower, change, and go see Mr. O'Day in his office. All the time I'm thinking, "What the hell did I do?" I get to Mr. O'Day's office and he unsmilingly tells me to sit down. There is no "small talk". He says to me, "It's time to pick your classes for next year." First off, I'm greatly relieved that I am not in trouble! Next years classes, I had not given that much, if any, thought. The wheels started turning and I rattled off the easiest classes I could think of. Actually, I was quite proud of myself. Mr. O'Day looked at me hard, looked mean as hell, paused for a moment and then said, "No your not! Your taking chemistry, solid geometry, etc. Any questions?" I was in shock! I'm thinking, "I can't take those classes! I don't want to take those classes!", but I said, "No sir." You didn't butt heads with Mr. O'Day. That was it! Did I complain to my folks (Dad)? Ha! So Mr. O'Day shoved me down an academic path for my last two years of high school that I had NO intention of taking. Sadly, I never got to thank him for that.
2. Sports, I just loved playing sports, and all that went with it: friends, camaraderie, teamwork, thrills, etc. Looking back on it, the life lessons I learned playing sports were probably as valuable as anything I learned in the classroom.