Friday, March 22, 2013
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Today’s installment of the Tide is to help out a buddy of mine waaaaay back from my old Young Harris Days. John Trotter and I met through the outdoor club the Big Guy ran called Quantrek. We were never all that close but I was always impressed with his creativity and his good nature.
A few months ago I read on Facebook how Trotter had entered a contest that could possibly feature his artwork on a cup to be sold at all University of Georgia sporting events. What made it even cooler to me was the twist. The artwork must somehow represent the style of Jack Davis.
|Always a favorfite|
Jack Davis was always a favorite artist of mine and introduced to me through the pages of MAD Magazine. While writing this quickly, I discovered how Davis went to UGA on the GI BIll so it owuld make sense he'd do some artwork for his old alma mater. During the 80s, back when the dawgs were sugar-coated, Davis did a series of classic posters. I can remember cutting it out one out of the Sunday edition of the Atlanta Journal-COnstitution. It featured UGA in football fear and I proudly taped it to my wall.
I am biased and make no bones about it but if you take a look at the other contestants, they don’t hold a candle to Trotter’s work. The winner is based on popular vote so help a brother out and click. It only takes a moment. I promise.
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Sorry been out a bit. From here on out, I’ll always refer to Feb 2013 as the “sick month” where my flu became pneumonia. If you have never had pneumonia, you are missing out. It’s a treat.
The next few blogs, I am going to attempt to connect one theme to the next. His one has been brewing since my last one but this afternoon, I realized it was time. Roni has gotten me hooked on Pandora. She had Chess Club this afternoon and we were driving home when I heard this song which took me back to my Camp Glisson days.
Camp Glisson was several camps within one. We had the typical camp which was called the Village, there was a Pioneer with a rustic setting way out in the woods and limited plumbing, and of course, Sparrowwood.
Sparrowwood has probably had the largest influence on how my life has gone. It was a keep set up for special needs kids. Back in the 80s, I can remember seeing their campers in the dining hall as they would eat downstairs and also occasionally passing them as they left the pool. We did have Chapel with them and from this, I realized as a teen to overcome my fears regarding handicapped people.
Around 1987 or so, I was working as a counselor at the Pioneer and Village Camps. This would be a life changing summer because I would cross paths with new staff member, Ron Balthazar. And I hated him.
Ron was a few years older than us 19 year old counselors. He was part of the Emory University crowd which worked at camp (Camp had several college factions: Young Harris, Reinhardt, UGA, etc). He was one of the new Sparrowwood counselors but because he was older, the upper staff tended to include him which drove us younger folks nuts. Eventually, Ron was running S-wood as the director. What I mistook for arrogance in my younger years was actually maturity, Ron over the next few years would also work his way to upper staff something which ignited much jealously among us but especially me.
Ron was very musically inclined so it was a natural choice that the camp manager, Jimmy Moor, would have Ron deal with the sound system and especially the end of the week slide shows. These were tasks I coveted and took personally when I was shut out.
Ron had a vibrant personality and was a natural in front of a crowd. He was infamous with helping with staff meetings, skits, and announcements. Anytime you got a room full of college aged counselors together in one room and away from the campers, we’d go to town talking. I can still hear Ron’s voice over the mike in a smug yet silly, “Young people. Young people. Settle down.”
I used to hate that and can remember taking offense. One of my close friends, Valary, and I used make fun of Ron when he’d say that. Eventually, my brazenness got the better of me and I started responding, “Old man with a microphone.”
|Val is the cute blonde top row middle, Sadly I am the one w/ a mullet|
I did not like Ron and I have no doubts that Ron was not thrilled with my existence either. It stayed like that for a few years as we both ran in different social cliques. Fortunately, it changed during the summer of 1992.
I began spending a lot of time at Sparrowwood. Ron was a huge proponent of mixing their campers with the Village and Pioneer camps so many activities like camp outs, swim parties, and my favorite, the Thursday Night Sp-wood Dance Party. These were some awesome times and made me realize that I worked well with the handicapped and would lead to my future career.
By the end of the summer, Ron and gained a bit of respect for each other. 1992 was my last summer of a seven year run. The very last Dance Party was very special. SO special that our Camp Manager the late, great Bob Cagle had lent me a tux jacket which country singer, Hoyt Axton once wore. At the end, it hit me hard.
|1992 Elementary Living Group w/ Marie|
Camp was a big deal for me. As a camper, I loved Glisson because it was the one week during the year where I could and fit in. As a counselor, I learned a lot about how to work with people, be creative, deal with stress, and got the chance to put back a little of what I had gotten from Camp. One of my favorite memories comes from this night when Ron came up and shook my hand. Ron thanked me for all the help I had done with them over the summer and the enthusiasm I brought.
I was floored. Here was a guy I had spent the past 5 years loathing. Now we both were on equal ground and found respect. Ron was a good guy and I missed many years of a potentially amazing friendship. My immaturity and insecurities prevented from seeing this guy as the amazing individual he is.
In my last post, I talked about the autistic kid which led me to think a lot about those Glisson days. Even though I didn’t write much in February, I spent much time comparing/contrasting my past and present. When the realization hit me that I have become much alike the very person I once despised, I had to laugh. Because of my work with Ron and Sp-wood, I now have a Masters in Special Education and work with high school kids on a variety levels. I have become quite musical myself even though I try to let others drown out the guitar play. On occasion, I even have caught myself shushing students with a very familiar,”Young people. Young People.”
I hope this blog somehow gets forwarded to Ron Balthazar. I hope he understands that a much more mature Robby Richardson wishes he could go back in time to shut up his younger self. Most of all, I hope Ron knows that I thank him for being in my life at just the right time to have enough influence to get me where I am today. Thanks, dude. Knowing you has made a real difference in my life.