Opinion

You know it's fall when there is a crisp breeze, the leaves gently fly from the trees, the air turns colder and I spend about 10 minutes deciding the best way to kill my husband. Oh, stop judging me. It's totally justifiable homicide, according to my extensive research that consists mainly of repeats of “Law & Order,” with a couple of “CSI” episodes thrown in so I know how to hide all the evidence.

“Oh, music, sweet music, thy praises we sing. We tell of the pleasures and gladness you bring. Music, music, gladness you bring.”

Well, I thought I was going to be able to share a little good news with you this week. You see, I believed my hearing greatly improved one magical night. Unfortunately, a visit to my good friend, Dr. Joe at the Hearing and Speech Services here in Morgan Hill, told me it was just circumstances. You see, Lady M had eleven of her friends over recently to play Bunco and, although I was sequestered in an upstairs bedroom, the noise level was close to the 135db pitch of a jet engine at 100 feet. I was certain that my hearing had returned to normal – no group of lovely ladies could possibly have that much fun and express their enjoyment that loudly.

Rocketship Charter Schools may not provide the magic silver bullet for our schools, but the Morgan Hill Unified School District should have the school in its arsenal of options for parents and students.

It was friendship at first handshake.