PURE SOLE / Klas Stolpe
Well hello!
So glad to see you!
Wipe your feet and come on in.
Sit a spell.
Got any good gossip? How about a tip or an insight? What have you heard? What’s the latest?
I will treat you to a coffee if that is what it takes.
Maybe offer a prepackaged scone, I can do that, my culinary skills are that advanced.
Don’t mind the dog, he only bites fans of Kobe Bryant. That’s his only talent.
He doesn’t open the refrigerator door and bring me a beer like those television commercial dogs, nor does he carry around a new Mac book fancy computer thingy on cattle drives like other commercial dogs.
Nope, he just bites.
Allergic to the color of my alma mater? Or a full-sized Vikings mascot? I can put those in the back room while you visit.
Anyway, I welcome you to send in your bits and pieces of written thoughts, helpful insights, and expertise in whatever sports field you have thoughts, insights or expertise in.
Heck, I will even publish a few.
You like middle school sports?
Well, so do I!
Club sports?
Yes indeed!
Drama and debate!
I will have you know that I was selected to attend the Ashland Shakespeare Festival when I was a senior in high school… I was the lead in “Taming Of The Shrew!”
No, not Kate… Petruchio!
As you know Petruchio was the male protagonist, a fortune seeker who enters into a marriage with a strong-willed young woman named Kate and then proceeds to “tame” her temperamental spirit. None of which relates to my current situation.
“Why, there’s a wench! Come on, and kiss me, Kate.”
Or,
“Such wind as scatters young men through the world
To seek their fortunes farther than at home,…”
Do I know what they mean? Nope.
What I remember from the part was riding onto stage on a live donkey (a classmate had a farm), sitting backwards on said donkey, and realizing that my classmate had recently fed said donkey.
But I am very proud of my selection!
Um, except I instead went to the Arctic Winter Games as a basketball all-star (long sigh)… I chose cold over sun… and yet, I seem to remember my thespian lines more than my coaches’ screams.
Yes, I love when a jump shot kisses the backboard and swirls into the net... but I also adore knowing that Sitka’s former mayor is half my age or a Baranof lad/lass is getting straight A’s.
Not only do our high school students go away to accomplish great moments in athletic achievement, some go and accomplish the passion to write, add, mix potions, and pursue talents that often are overlooked.
If your kiddo is wracking his brain in studies far away, please let me know!
One thing I have learned - and being Swedish, learning can be an achievement (just try packing around an abacus… a Scandinavian abacus… with herring in place of beads).
I have learned - aside from the fact that my abacus attracts seagulls and bears - is that mister Wilde might be right, that youth could really be wasted on the young…
But we won’t know unless you, dear reader, give us an update.
So here is the cream and sugar for that coffee, a little footstool for the recliner, and some antibiotics for that bite.
I did warn you.
