I walked along Wildcat Boulevard in the rain the last day of August.
I walked along Wildcat Boulevard in the rain the last day of August. I was thankful for the rain and said a prayer of thanks to the Lord for sending us some rain to break our drought. I also asked him to help and bless those who suffered horrible things from Hurricane Isaac, while we received the good rains it offered.
A skunk was the only other walker I noticed that morning. He was digging in the hillside above High School Branch in search of some breakfast. The rain didn't seem to bother him a bit.
As I was walking along, I was thinking about the new school lunch requirements that the government has sent down lately. I understand that many people carry too much weight, even school youngsters. In time, these regulations are to become even more stringent. Are they going overboard?
Recently, on national television Mrs. Obama chastised one of our Olympic Gold Metal winners for eating a McDonald's Big Mac in celebration of her accomplishment. Come on!
I was thinking about the school I attended as a youngster. It was a small, country grades 1-12 school. Elsie was our cook, more of a grandmother. Her specialty was macaroni and cheese, chili, and Boston baked beans. They were outstanding.
For most of our years, we had a milk machine and use of it was unlimited. We boys even drank milk after football and basketball practice — by the glassful.
The school where I first taught was also a small rural school. The cook's specialty there was barbecue sandwiches. Ample piles of meat were spooned between two pieces of white bread. How many you took was your choice. Some of the high school boys could devour four or five of these.
Here at Neosho High School the favorite meal with many was chili served with a warm, large sweet roll. Faculty spouses would come eat with their loved one on the days chili and rolls were on the menu.
I wonder if any of these favorite meals from three different schools will continue to be on the school lunch menu in the future? I understand that eliminating milk from the school lunch menu is even in the works.
Schools, like the rest of the world, continue to change. Today we have "No Swats." Some kids learned a great deal from a swat. There are to be "No hugs." Too much affection.
Soon "No Milk. No Boston baked beans. No barbecue sandwiches. No chili and a sweet roll?"
Take a walk, decide if the government should decide what our kids eat, use those signal lights, and see what you think about while passing along Wildcat Boulevard.
Russell Hively writes a weekly column for the Daily News.