The world is right....

"I have a brain and I know how to use it. I can tell on you, you know."

A bold stroke in playground parlance.

"Whatever."

A dashing blow by le femme fatal and our young knight's ego lays in tattered ruin, scattering with the leaves of fall.

There is something right in the world when you are called to recess duty on the 2nd of November and the temps hover just shy of 70. Recess is considered a short straw duty by many, it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make. The tribe has one of the single greatest playgrounds I've ever experienced. Buffeted by an acre of brush cleared woods, a large soccer field, black top for four square (the most complicated game yet created by young minds) and a public- park like play structure, it is a wonderful place to "do recess"

Round one is 4th and 5th grade and I was assigned to football. What began as a rough and tumble game between two teams of fourth grade boys soon gave way to a melee of fourth vs fifth grade. The likelihood of a completion was Packerish, so it was a low scoring game. The whistle blew and the scrum knocked and pushed and panted it's way back toward the building with the fear of god, aka The principle (a good guy but not one you want to discuss tardiness with).

Round two is second and third. The tribe are represented in each so there were lot's of hugs. A favorite pasttime is fort building in the woods. The future architects and interior designers are among this group.

I have the remote! bellowed one second grader, dragging a door like slab across the turf. I guess the future coach potatoes have to start somewhere. He was headed to the male crisis center, an elaborate configuration of branches and logs and no girls allowed.

Enter le femme. The answer to the male crisis center is the pteradactyl nest peopled with screeching amazons. They've outfitted their pile of leaves with beds, kitchens, cells and pets and boys are not allowed. Well, like the amazon women of old, one boy, the biggest, and dare I say most futile in thinking boy, is servant guardian. I discovered this when I suggested the two boys wrestling in the girls nest should return to the crisis center and le femme informed me that he is their protector. He could stay but the other little boy was banished.

"I have a brain and I know how to use it."

He just couldn't figure out how to gain access to the hen fest. Poor guy.

Had a wonderful 32 mile ride today. Hardly fazed by the drop in temp as a cold front moved in, was that a snow flake? I can tell the time in the trainer is paying off. I've made 1,423,554 dollars watching the World Series of Poker. I could quit my day job, but then who would cover recess?