Across the bottom of the Superintendent’s page on the BASD website, it says The Bellefonte Area School District community continually strives to “Inspire and Prepare Today’s Learners to Embrace Tomorrow’s Challenges.” Welcome!BE Informed • BE Involved • BE Connected • BElong in BEllefonte
On the Middle School site, it says, “At BAMS, we follow 4 school wide rules: •Be Respectful •Be Kind •Be Safe •Be Here and Be Ready
That “Be” is at the heart of the Be shirt design. I think it has real merit. I uploaded the design and put it on a Be Shirt. It’s available there for kids and for adults. The mark can also be put on long sleeve Be Shirts, sweat shirts, and hoodies for kids and adults.
“Hailey!” I called to her and her eyes popped open. She saw me, leaned over and put a finger to her lips.
“We have to keep the noise down, coach. There’s nothing so far. I don’t want to scare ‘em.” She whispered down to me.
“I know! Your brother just made contact. He wanted me to give you a heads up.” I whispered back as best I could, excited as I was. She gave me a quick nod, then stood back up with her arms out. Her eyes darted from side to side. She looked worried. Wasn’t this going to be her first time handling bees? She’s an amazing tad, but she’s still a tad.
“Warren told me that if anybody can learn this stuff and pull it off, it’s his sister. He said you’ve got this.” She stood for a moment, then her mouth curved into a smile and both her thumbs went up.
She stood smiling with her arms out for a long while. Then, I thought I heard bees. Hailey already had her eyes locked on a spot out over the field. I followed where she was looking and saw them. It wasn’t a big cloud like we saw from the tree, it was a smaller group drifting towards us. It looked like they were changing positions in the cloud as they flew. Finally one broke away and flew closer to Hailey. It stopped before it reached her and just hung there in the air, looking. Hailey was motionless. That one bee drifted closer, till it was right in front of her. First it looked in her face, then it drifted back and forth along her arms getting close, then drifting back, getting close, then drifting back. They were both motionless, looking at each other. Then it dropped to the deck and walked around. It looked like it was looking for something back and forth along the deck. I have no idea how bees do what they do. This one moved about and finally went up to the entrance darting in and out several times before it flew away. I was shocked, and started to say something when Hailey gave me a quick, soft “Shhh!” She was still motionless.
This, along with several sheets of vellum showing different arrangements, just tumbled out of a pile of old papers. After 30 years, I had forgotten all about it.
Back before I started at the university, I’d left the restaurant to try to make it as a commercial artist. I bought a list of different businesses that purchased illustrations.
For one outlet, I thought I could come up with a cover for Jack and Jill Magazine. My daughter, getting ready to test fly a doubting pet cat seemed ideal. Especially in a unique setting like our apartment complex.
This was an experiment to see if the idea would work and how I could do it. It never got past this initial attempt. I think I started part time work at the university about this time. Now, I can see so much wrong with it. I know I could “fix” it digitally, but it makes me smile just like this.
Warren looked at me and raised his eyebrows, “630s?”
“Books in a library are kept in order by general subject and given numbers that the library adds to the book spine. See? These shelves here are, well, these shelves are all fiction. That’s by author. Over there starts the 100s. We can go from there.”
As it turned out, the library had a shelf of beekeeping books. Warren pulled out a few that looked useful to him and I grabbed one to look at to stay busy. We found seats and I sat in a comfortable little arm chair. Warren found a small couch and spread his books around him. After reading for a bit, I looked up and Hailey had joined Warren on the couch. She was reading her new unicorn book, but lost interest when she saw Warren’s focus. She pressed up against him and read along, jotting down things that she saw Warren jot down. They made a warm picture. Their devotion to each other was so obvious. Warren wanted to learn and the tad was determined to help. They kept at it for a while, even conferring in whispers. I only caught a word or two when their excitement made them ignore the library’s rules of silence.
Then I must’ve drifted off. I realized I had when Warren asked if I was learning much. Glad I had my head down and an open book on my lap. I said, “This is fascinating Warren. I see you have a helper- are the two of you learning anything?”
I came across a sheet of old slides, mostly of much older pastels. I taped them to a window and photographed them. The onion and tomato image was recovered from my parent’s house after my mom died; drawn in 1976. Over the winter it’s easy to plop something from the fridge onto my drawing table and use it to ‘keep my tools sharp’. I should be doing more of it.
In the early 2000s I did a yearly workshop on preparing graduate and undergraduate poster fair posters. I did them for over five years and eventually I reached a point where I couldn’t find the time. And I thought a move to digital presentations was inevitable. I kept the material in my Penn State web space and even twenty years later I received requests from all over the world to use the information. When Penn State closed the personal server and hence, all its web sites, I thought the need would finally be gone. Over the past year, though, I’ve received several requests for larger versions of the poster. Apparently, the main image has been used and credited in other websites, and the link it provided is now broken. So here it is again:
The image above—a poster about making posters—links to a much larger version. The original website is now in my space, too davidstong.com/postershow. I removed links in the guide and on the site that went to other postershow help pages- they were all dead.
I’m not sure about some of this. Seeing it here helps me step back, assess and adjust.
The library wasn’t quite open when I got there, so I ate the breakfast the café had packed. When I looked up. Warren was walking towards me. I felt a wave of relief; he was laughing and talking with his sister. She was laughing, too.
“Good morning, coach.” They both said at the same time.
“Good morning. Great to see you both. Ready to dig into some books?” Don’t even mention baseball. Or yesterday. Or crying.
On Friday, December 15, 2023, my granddaughter and I returned to my parked Saturn on Spring Street. As we checked the meter, three women came out of the Monarch beauty salon and yelled that someone had just hit my car and went down Cherry alley. “It was a dark orange-ish red pick-up.” They showed me pictures and a movie clip from their outdoor camera. My granddaughter and I walked down the alley to the VFW parking lot where we found the truck, got the license number, and noted the scratches where my car was struck. I called 911.
In the video, you can see the Saturn lurching. Fortunately, my car was in gear with the parking brake on- otherwise the car behind me would’ve been damaged, too. The frame rate didn’t capture the body panel caught on the truck and snapping back into position. That’s from the witnesses description.
The officer who arrived was surly from the start. “How do you know somebody hit your car?”, he shouted. It turned out he knew the owner of the truck that I reported. I explained about the witnesses and the photo evidence. The officer reluctantly went into the bar to find the driver. “I’ll go get him,” he said. After about five minutes, he came out followed by the driver, Ricky D. McClintic, who was obviously inebriated but coherent. The officer suggested the driver would make good and we agreed to work without reporting to insurance. The officer made no citation even though McClintic had left the scene.He advised me that I should come to him if McClintic didn’t pay up.
I opened the photo of the Colorado in Photoshop and lightly sharpened the license area. It’s fuzzy, but legible- the last four digits are 0620. It’s clearly McClintic’s truck.
My car suffered a cracked head light assembly, a broken bulb that I replaced so it was safe to drive, a detached lower skirt that the Monarch staff said actually pulled off hooked to the truck but snapped back (It’s plastic.), a deep scuff in the finish, a muffler leak, and a battery problem that may or may not be linked to the crash.
This is the truck where it side swiped my car.
The staff of the Monarch Beauty Salon on Spring Street was extremely helpful. They shared the video and photos as well as offered a place to relax and sit while we waited. They even had candy for my granddaughter. Wonderful folks!
A few years back I made one of these for the library. I posted with more detail then. They don’t always have cat’s eyes; sometimes they’re funny and blue. It depends on the pumpkin- what it needs. If it wants to laugh, I let it.
