Skimming through the Canadian Vignettes, I came across a couple of historical films. They remind me of the filmstrips Mr. Myer, my seventh grade social studies teacher, would occasionally show. He was not a great teacher, but he told interesting stories and went off on tangents that probably should have gotten him fired. Like the time he told us about “Nam” and needing to drop his drawers for a shot of penicillin because he picked up VD from a street girl. Or there was the time he waxed philosophically on the fact that he could have gone for the real money – like his old Nam buddy – and gone into real estate instead of wasting his time trying to teach the children of the unwashed*.
Anyway, I loved to sneak history into my Language Arts or English classes and the more offbeat – the better.
*Myers was a bit of an elitist. We weren’t trailer park but our fathers were working class.